FILE UNDER: “I could have told you this 20 years ago …” and “I literally wrote a book 10 years ago in which I address this …” … and as long as the government is involved in healthcare it’s going to be commie/corrupt nonsense.
Love and Hate: different sides of madness … maybe they’re both bad, maybe they’re both GOOD.
Imagine there’s this THING …
Some people LOOK at this THING and fall in love with it, worship it, imbue it with goodness and concern that is not likely part of IT.
Other people look at this THING and feel nothing but pure visceral hate, hate inside their bones, their blood. Burning, conniption, fury and a complete psychotic break of RAGE. Other people look at IT and see everything they despise.
And this THING, this IT looks in the mirror, and sees nothing.
PERSONAL UPDATE: GLAD it is FRIDAY, glad I get paid today, still circling the drain on project focus. I hope to have a breakthrough this weekend on something creative and healthy and some exercise … but likely I will spend both days listening to music, drinking, vaping weed, and staring bleakly OUTWARD into the expanding filthy emptiness as I escape further inward. We’ll see, no need to get dramatic. Happy I got paid. I feel if I can finish CHAPTER 3, I can finish the first book … BFW1
still at loggerheads over my current projects, obsessions – deadlock
took a personal day yesterday, beginning of semester, traffic level low
I have this ominous feeling that “these Los Angeles sites will be cleaned up in 18 months” can be filed under “never happens” and “that means the BIG WHATEVER arrives soon” … that’s about as concrete as I want to be in a milquetoast podcast … fuck it.
NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS ON THE GARY GNU SHOW … that’s what I’m going for …
MILDER, KINDER, DAN? – sure … fuck it, maybe …
MILD and FRAGRANCE FREE … well … not sure about the fragrance part.
Milquetoast … medium … lukewarm semi-moist colorless trash.
BLAND? – probably …
Give up on the SCHADENFREUDE FREIGHT TRAIN TO NOWHERES VILLE … can do.
What news to talk about? – that which I can verify.
The only news I can verify is related to me, my life, my world. The rest is garbage at this point, so here goes …
My local news:
I didn’t get much done this weekend or last weekend, just haven’t had the energy …
I don’t really give a fuck right now … but I want to be milder about it and more considerate.
The local grocery store is open on SUNDAYS now, and that will be GREAT while it lasts … really.
I have another CHING-CHONG style fortune:
“Within the month, as you tidy your room, you will find your lost item.”
I have no idea what the fuck the CHINESE are talking about.
It’s the YEAR of the SNAKE … and this is associated with PENILE RIBULET POWER and transformative cash-justice … if we are wise we will unleash the brown dragon and attain next level turd awareness … all things are colored red …
WTAF am I missing?
My mind?
I’ve lost my mind completely … jizz wrapped canopy lover mud jealously and torrid man squirrel passion … yes … I’ve completely lost my mind. Maybe that’s it. I’ll find my mind this month and it’s hidden in this fucking room.
The point is, other than story telling, it needs to be MILD and WELL SOFT SPOKEN MISS DUBOIS STYLE TULIP PARTIES and UNDERWEAR ROBOT SOIREES …
It might be that one can of chili … you know the one.
It could be that THING I USED when I DID THOSE BAD THINGS the voices in my LOST mind tell me to do … could be that.
ALL I KNOW: not too spicy … that’s over for a while, maybe forever.
maybe a little spice
I was cleaning my room and found my mildness …
And I found my truth:
I’m not your pal, your buddy, your friend, I’m the weirdo on the other end.
