Sometimes it feels like the beginning of the end
A shot of sake like a tug on a joint

Going...

Coming...

...Just like her mom.

And, doesn't really give a damn.

Here's What's News: She got the tough genes.

[Previously Untitled]

Yeah, something like that...

Because I don't want to die
Because I can see through the knots
And because I don't want my brain to explode

Now that the stakes have been raised
To near impossible levels
In the whole world (nothing bothers us)

Two years. It counts.

Six years. It counts.

Living in a different world
Of make believe and reality entertainment
A field recording of a juice box culture
Down twenty or up ten only matters
When you believe in external loci of control

What was the war like, daddy?
Smug, elitist intellectuals
Decapitating all nonsensical thoughts
Through their snooty depictions of
Heightened security times

My crack opposition research on you
Suggests that you are, if not more,
At least as big of a scumbag as me
We poll identically in America
Hearts and (land)minds

Anthropologists will shrug
Historians will cower
The Chinese will laugh
The gods will cry
Life in the Daddy State Global Order
Promises to be a
Somewhat mixed affair

Sellout watch, day 194

The new and improved Company Man
If I could kill myself right now
I would
Love of me deeper than love of all
All that remains is the music in my head
Rippling muscles
And stocking feet

In-appropriate distractions however
Soothe relieve pacify
(lift and separate)

Gang of five...kooks

"Some of these memos may be classified in some ways for some purposes..."

At least Nixon, as a character, was interesting.

And, Brother Ray, by comparison, was a national treasure.

"I learned to see through the fraud of race. See who was legit. Who had game."

"It's funny how sometimes when you're being a douche bag, you're aware of it while you're doing it. And still, you can't help it."

Here's where I live now:

The highlight of my weekend? Rock and Roll gig? No. Chillin' with the loyal followers? Naw. Mind expansion? Breakthrough that changes everything? Nope.

I power-washed our brick front porch today. My grout rocks! I can't stop looking outside...

My, how things change.

http://www.internetisshit.org/8.html

8 of 11

We need to start again. We need to stop saying how wonderful things are. We need to openly, truthfully and respectfully admit that the internet itself, in almost all of what's been done with it, is shit.

The effects are relatively long lasting, inducing a type of mental
clarity and expansion of though processing capabilities. A feeling of
enhanced memory and accelerated intellect is often experienced, however
the racy edge of physical and mental stimulation is seldom noted. This
state is especially suited to periods of intense study, calculations, and
cerebral activity requiring endurance to maintain continuous attention and
precision focusing.

The generation of my grandparents seemed to have all kinds of names for afro-americans, and hearing them pop out of my grandparents' mouths as I was growing up was always unsettling to me.

There have been times I've wished I was black for some reason, with all the drums and stuff, guess I've always sort of wanted to get back into the jungle. Well like one of the prisoners said to me, "welcome to the jungle baby."