If you sit at an intersection, and you watch all the cars go by, and you think of each individual life, and all the choices and all the paths.
Your head will explode.
Your goddamn head will explode.
If you just watch all these people.
Low stakes.
Follow distance.
Love and peace.
Peace, love and understanding β€οΈ.
Bombs and badgers , benevolent babies.
It’s fine.
I didn’t do it.
And you pay for your own sins.
Hopefully.
The reward is summer breeze,and it makes you feel fine as fuck.
Chilled watermelon and the like.
Fed animals and venerated bad guys.
Venerated?
One sec….
Nope… Past tense, remembered.
The Fuck is the word?
Vindicated is for the good guys,,mmmm,,, vanquished.
Fuck my stupid head…
Vanquished.
The bad guys get vanquished and the good guys get the light flowing through them.
That’s how it goes π
Vanquished .
The Horn blows,and the walls of Jericho crumble.
Must be a helluva note.
What frequency you vibrate with, to tear stone from it’s form.
Quite a frequency coming out of the horn.
That’s the frequency I want to be walking in. Not this other stuff.
Not this “bury teens in your basement stuff”
Not this “drop bombs on rando stuff”
Good vs bad.
Little scale,big scale.
Ants in between.
You can smile π
There’s no one telling you that you can’t smile, because a lot of things are beautiful.
And you should smile.
Just…Try to notice a vibration.
And shake off the fuckin blues.
And crucify the insincere.
Which is a lyric.
And uh…
Try to be grateful that bombs aren’t falling on you.
This podcast I’m listening to,, the host has this voice, like he’s wearing a trench coat and hunting the bad guys.
Not bad writing.
A little over the top.
But not bad..
He likes to shift into really frank speech, and he’ll sprinkle in a little profanity but extremely sparingly.
Audience capture, lol.
(hey.. What if you are your own audience?)
Then you’d capture yourself!π€£π€£
I wonder who experience is more persecution, a Christian, or a tobacco user π€π€
Persecution is quite the word.
Pretty much a few years of an alcohol phase, shifting into a Kratom phase, fairly steady pot use, and less than a dozen wonderful Xanax bleeds.
That’s pretty much it.
Not phases of a person, just phases of intoxication.
I won’t go back to booze, I know what that looks like, I don’t mean in the short-term but the long term.
Have a very clear view on it..
And it’s not even that I am a tea totaler, It’s just,,, whatever medicine is available.
So, lol, I don’t get to have a relationship with intoxication like the rest of you.
Just need to get addicted to something good, and healthy, and positive.
No biggie.
But.
Baby steps.
Small improvements.
There’s no rock bottom when you got hands like a shovel. I just cup my palm and I can dig out the earth.
I’m really happy about getting a cubicle. Which feels so bitch.
Lol.
Just happy to be left alone.
It’s when I do my best work.
Without a doubt π
I would like to be free from the things that break down my mind.
So …
Kind of looking at you.