Outbreak Blues

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As every­body around the entire plan­et pret­ty much knows right now, the world is in  full lock­down mode, and strug­gling with it.

Peo­ple were going a bit stir crazy as can be expect­ed even after the first month. Before the onset of COVID-19 peeps were already social dis­tanc­ing online. They were already estranged reclus­es who could hard­ly tear them­selves away from their tablets and smart devices. Now told that they sud­den­ly can’t come out to play and engage with human beings that they were so read­i­ly ignor­ing befo­lare. Some peo­ple are giv­en a new license in life, oth­ers do noth­ing but com­plain, or politi­cize the virus like the do noth­ing far left democ­rats do so reg­u­lar­ly. These far left­ies I found incred­i­bly dan­ger­ous and detri­men­tal to cul­ture, to our way of life. Read More

Escape from Chicago

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Last year I depart­ed the windy city on a ear­ly fri­day morn­ing (Aug 31), approx­i­mate­ly 6ish AM. My next stop would be: Car­rboro, North Car­oli­na.

Time to des­ti­na­tion in total: 12 hours. With 2 nights off the road, not so bad.

The last few min­utes I spent I had to help car­ry my own bed, which I’d bequeathed to my upstairs neigh­bor on the 3rd floor of Ridge­way apart­ments. Nice black woman named ‘Paris’ (lol) and her son inher­it­ed my space aged mat­tress. There was a cer­tain con­nec­tiv­i­ty between Chica­go renters, like we’re a secret soci­ety who lav­ish­es a bit of gen­eros­i­ty toward one anoth­er. Chica­go is a harh, cold, des­o­late city. It was­n’t always like this, but the greedy and oppres­sive lib­er­al left mafia installs a sys­tem of mal­ware into the upper ech­e­lons of gov­ern­ment which bleeds its par­a­sitic host of all resources, like a vam­pire real­ly. Read More

quotes of note

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“You’re beau­ti­ful, but you’re empty…One could­n’t die for you. Of course, an ordi­nary passer­by would think my rose looked just like you. But my rose, all on her own, is more impor­tant than all of you togeth­er, since she’s the one I’ve watered. Since she’s the one I put under glass, since she’s the one I shel­tered behind the screen. Since she’s the one for whom I killed the cater­pil­lars (except the two or three but­ter­flies). Since she’s the one I lis­tened to when she com­plained, or when she boast­ed, or even some­times when she said noth­ing at all. Since she’s my rose.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Lit­tle Prince

Every New Beginning

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Starts from some oth­er begin­nings end…yeah.

Here I am, once more to bring a lit­tle clar­i­on of light on my writ­ing life, and my thought life since they are both entwined in a dou­ble helix of fun and funk. This here was a not so secret bas­tion of my life, my works, and my every­thing and my sweet noth­ing.

I sup­pose I ought to try and con­vince you as to why you should real­ly fol­low me, how it’s going to mag­i­cal­ly turn your life all around and make every­thing seem less bad, less what­ev­er it is you want less of. I can tell you of a many places vis­it­ed both phys­i­cal­ly and in my dreams, and wax nos­tal­gic so that you could remem­ber places longed for, envied for their rich immer­sive mem­o­ries. I will share with you poems well craft­ed and reviews of books already read, and oth­ers I’ve yet to. But I make no guar­an­tees and promis­es to talk about your favorite sub­jects and keep you enter­tained with eas­i­ly digest­ed lis­ti­cles about all things trend­ing, which you can already deduce on your own. The inter­nets are rife with con­tent farms pro­duc­ing these sorts of gener­ic, cook­ie cut­ter ghost writ­ten drivel…written to dupe you into click­ing the links from google. Read More