The Peasants – Are Revolting!, While Massive Golden Billionaire Phalluses Spray Hope Across the Sky

To slip the surly bonds of earth And flash my ass at God The poor kids in their base currency Of memetics and - just a bunch of jokes Distract themselves pointing at my DICK ‘His rocket looks like a cock’ huh huh Butt-head games are necessary To dissuade the anger of the rabble The … Continue reading The Peasants – Are Revolting!, While Massive Golden Billionaire Phalluses Spray Hope Across the Sky

We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor

There's a man in an leather chair, jacket unbuttoned, in a shadow bearding onto past midnight, 5 o'clock and the last call for punching out - all the work-a-day seems years ago Now he sits, almost self-assured, in the midst of a harried mess; Sipping a glass of something steadying and resolving, to write down … Continue reading We Coup, Bro?: An Ode to General Mark Milley, With Duty and Squalor

The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart

I wander around this compartment - this house that wishes it were home And the lines are weary and trace displacement, the cartographer is not master of his art Either, or, the building is bereavement, a place they put him, and depart, He takes his compass, it weighs heavy, the moral, protracted, angles too... uh.. … Continue reading The Geometrical Concerns of An Inconstant Heart

Is The Music Always This Good At The End Of The World? – A POEM FOR THE BIRDS, A POEM FOR HUNTING DINOSAURS

April 29th 1999, I am handed a grubby xeroxed flyer that tells me I am being fed lies. The media tells you what your puppet masters want you to hear. It is the MACHINE. The military industrial complex. Work, Consume, Die. What is a wildin' child to do!? BECOME TO MEDIA, and well now! Isn't … Continue reading Is The Music Always This Good At The End Of The World? – A POEM FOR THE BIRDS, A POEM FOR HUNTING DINOSAURS

Common Rider – Currently Listening – Featuring Singer/Songwriter Jesse Michaels of Punk DemiGods OPERATION IVY

Jesse Michaels [Instagram] (born 1969) is an American songwriter, vocalist, guitarist, artist, and author from Berkeley, California. His lyrics deal with politics, racism, and general social issues. He is most well known as the vocalist for the ska punk band Operation Ivy (1987–1989), as well as Classics of Love (2009–approx. 2012).[1] He is the son of the author Leonard Michaels, and was married to producer Audrey Marrs. … Continue reading Common Rider – Currently Listening – Featuring Singer/Songwriter Jesse Michaels of Punk DemiGods OPERATION IVY

Who Does The Future Belong To Where Lies and Truth Are Told With Equal Breath? The Old Gods ReCombining? Chaos, Never Died. – A Prophecy of Future Politics – How What Frees You Is Not the Same As What Keeps You Running.

REBLOGGED FROM SLATE MAGAZINE - HERE The Right May Be Giving Up the “Lost Cause,” but What’s Next Could Be Worse The GOP’s new embrace of Lincoln, emancipation, and Juneteenth is no sign of progress. BY REBECCA ONIONJUNE 25, 20215:59 AM How can we understand the ease with which Juneteenth became a federal holiday, without much resistance from … Continue reading Who Does The Future Belong To Where Lies and Truth Are Told With Equal Breath? The Old Gods ReCombining? Chaos, Never Died. – A Prophecy of Future Politics – How What Frees You Is Not the Same As What Keeps You Running.

Happy Fourth of July: THERE SHALL BE NO DIVORCE – A Declaration of Condescension

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VjMXkYP1y4&t=24s “And Lo, for the Earth was empty of Form, and void. And Darkness was all over the Face of the Deep. And We said: 'Look at that fucker Dance.” I declared months ago (months and months and months ago?) that I was planning to read through David Foster Wallace's tome 'Infinite Jest' this summer. … Continue reading Happy Fourth of July: THERE SHALL BE NO DIVORCE – A Declaration of Condescension

The Spright Who Lives Between The Wall and the Door: A Poem, Based on Readings of Timothy Leary’s biography by Robert Greenfield

“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the … Continue reading The Spright Who Lives Between The Wall and the Door: A Poem, Based on Readings of Timothy Leary’s biography by Robert Greenfield

I Like Girls Who Are Quiet

Some men see things as they are and ask, ""Why?"" Some dream things that never were and ask, ""Why not?" Some look at what's left and say, "what happened?" Some look back and say, "what do you want from me?" as they walk, gone. Some see a bird fly and dream wings' construction Some get right to the delicate … Continue reading I Like Girls Who Are Quiet