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

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

If You Look Out Your Rightside Window, You See We Are Approaching Summer. The Captain Has Turned On Your Grow-Your-Hair-Out Sign and Bare Legs Will Be Coming Down The Aisle To Get Tan and Sweaty.

I was born under a summer sign. Everyone I know seems to have been, as well. I mean, everyone. When the stars come out at night, they align in a question, a movement, asking after a direction. You feel lost and found at once. You feel an energy gathering, like inertia and moment in the … Continue reading If You Look Out Your Rightside Window, You See We Are Approaching Summer. The Captain Has Turned On Your Grow-Your-Hair-Out Sign and Bare Legs Will Be Coming Down The Aisle To Get Tan and Sweaty.

Posting My First Novel: ‘CONDITION OAKLAND: Confessions of a Naïve Punk With a Heart Full of Arson, An Oh, How the World Doth Quake & Burn’ – TRACK 4 – CHAPTER FIFTEEN : Mid March, an Ode

About ‘Condition Oakland’Posted Sections Up So FarTRACK 4 – CHAPTER 15: MID MARCH, AN ODE      Some band called “The Crushing Heart” calls Mark, who is friends, or acquainted at least, with the bassist. They are looking for another band for a show at the YMCA. Like I said, we would play anywhere, so we accept … Continue reading Posting My First Novel: ‘CONDITION OAKLAND: Confessions of a Naïve Punk With a Heart Full of Arson, An Oh, How the World Doth Quake & Burn’ – TRACK 4 – CHAPTER FIFTEEN : Mid March, an Ode

Posting My First Novel: ‘CONDITION OAKLAND: Confessions of a Naïve Punk With a Heart Full of Arson, An Oh, How the World Doth Quake & Burn’ – TRACK 3 – CHAPTER FOURTEEN : Gerunding Fun

About ‘Condition Oakland’Posted Sections Up So FarTRACK 3 – CHAPTER 14: GERUNDING FUN We practice every Wednesday, or sometimes on a weekend, but always at least once a week. And that’s not including the times just a pair of us get together to work out some ideas, or refine certain parts. We spend so much … Continue reading Posting My First Novel: ‘CONDITION OAKLAND: Confessions of a Naïve Punk With a Heart Full of Arson, An Oh, How the World Doth Quake & Burn’ – TRACK 3 – CHAPTER FOURTEEN : Gerunding Fun

Posting My First Novel: ‘CONDITION OAKLAND: Confessions of a Naïve Punk With a Heart Full of Arson, An Oh, How the World Doth Quake & Burn’ – TRACK 3 – CHAPTER THIRTEEN : Welcome Back To School

About ‘Condition Oakland’Posted Sections Up So FarTRACK 3 – CHAPTER 13: Welcome Back to School                 The principal's council had the meeting at St. Louis High to decide whether I would be able to return. The decision was in my favor, but only by one vote. I want to know who voted for or against me, … Continue reading Posting My First Novel: ‘CONDITION OAKLAND: Confessions of a Naïve Punk With a Heart Full of Arson, An Oh, How the World Doth Quake & Burn’ – TRACK 3 – CHAPTER THIRTEEN : Welcome Back To School