dawn

Ahh.

Any time you jot a thought , you’re speaking from the past!

That shit already happened.

Aso grasshopper..

It’s impossible to be “present”.

Thou shalt not lose thine way … Not when it comes to fuckin around with monkeys.

No no no.

I might go to the movies…

(I hear Kevin Costner is a mutha fuckin cowboy 🤠)

Color me shocked.

Let’s go Brandy boy.

I bet my death is going to be one of these big retarded trucks I hate.

Which is, poetic, fitting..

(Vivaldi, winter…)

I play that in the summer 🌞

In the winter I play Deftones,my own summer 🏝️.

Crooked as fuck.

Don’t give a fuck about none of it👍

It’s a billion degrees out there.

Did you do this?

Or is this just the Earth being the Earth 🌎?

(welcome to erff)

Keep my planet’s name, out your fuckin mouth..

I was only taught a few chords.

The rest comes from stumbling around, blindly.

All about spirit✌️

And after the apocalypse, you’d really want to take over a Walmart.

Think about it.

Gather your guns and your loved ones..

A stone building (cinder block), with full roof access.

You have enough square footage in there for everyone.

Plenty of rooftop for solar panels, a digital cctv system already in place..(I did that job)..

You could hoard whatever nonperishable food items remained.

Take shifts, place a man or woman with a gun on each corner of the store…

The first few months would be hard, all those survivors, looking for the same thing you are..

But the one that held it, the king of the Hill,,

You could fortify a fuckin Walmart yo.

Fortress.

A gang of the trusted..

Then, when the dust begins to settle, all the Walmarts will start speaking to each other, and they will become their own nation..

All jokes aside,,

It’s not a bad place to set up camp.

Safe from the elements, tons of square footage..

(your brain is a Walmart..)

My brain is a Kmart, shit went out of business.

And nobody cleaned out the store.

God sent Walmarts,, to keep you safe after the apocalypse..

(seems like you’re feeling chipper this morning…)

Yeah, I’m alright. ✌️

Let’s try to avoid the apocalypse, alright?

(melting ice caps?)

I’m not trying to be a tree hugger, And I actually do like kids..

I just…

I don’t know.

I have some sort of feeling.

I’m scared.

(You have a lot of feelings)

Yeah, tricky to trust.

But the kids,, they gotta deal with all this,just like we had to deal with all this.

(the south gets hot in the summertime, that’s not a new thing)

It feels different, these last few years, feels different than I remember..

(the south can’t cook)

No, not particularly.

They definitely can’t season, they only know salt.

I wish I was swimming today, and fishing.

I should go to the river.

(by yourself)

Yeah, there’s probably people there. And being alone instantly makes you a weirdo.

People don’t understand.

I’ll lay there,and Cricket will lick the back of my skull 💀

Like I’m a cat.

“And who,,are you,,that I must bow so low?”

No one can stand between a person’s right to speak,,to themselves.

Put a mic on it and it’s different.

Then you’re projecting.

But a relationship with yourself, in a place you’ve built,,

You can’t.

You can’t hurt it.

You can laugh at it.

You can throw shit at it.

BUt you can’t question the act.

ANd again, nothing unifies people like an enemy.

(Neat trick)

If you don’t mind lol, if you don’t take bruises..

It is a neat trick.

And you’re actually doing something good for the world, if you can get people to hate you. You are strengthening bonds, through joint opinion.

(Clever)

Or you just write it all off, because it doesn’t matter, which is part of it.

I don’t like feeling weirded out.

And, it actually makes me disappointed with myself.

Because fuck you.

Plain and simple.

You are no better or worse than a disenfranchised individual.

No better than a person,waiting to get their organs harvested by the wealthy, no better than a hippie, trying to speak love and peace.

You are no fucking better.

And the game is retarded.

That’s what I pour into my gas tank, that’s what keeps me marching through the days,weeks and years.

Equality, mother fucker.

It’s real.

Oh yes it is..

Yes it is…

Simply a collection of blood and brain.

Genetics and microscopic.

Perhaps the definition of spirit.

You can opt for the cop out, when things go wrong it’s “people getting what they deserve”

Then you can ask yourself how far you should take that…

(Scary)

Indeed…

Chances are good you’re raising shit heads, chances are good that the next group will be as bad as the last,, chances are good..

But again,, that’s a cop out.

Sooooo…

Sooo.

So…

So nothing.

Nothing.

Nada.

Zilch,

Negatory,

I still stand by it.

I do not apologize , because I’m alive.