dawn

The lush construction left behind, the dust cast into nothingness.

Forever and ever.

Entropy at play.

Galaxies with a needle sticking through them.

Someone sent me a picture of today’s sunrise, Mars was dancing with the fading moon in the last moments of visibility.

The fog was thick,and the truck rednecks still drove like assholes.

In a nutshell.

One of the secretary girls up front approached me as I was making my coffee.

“good morning wild man”

I smiled, gave her my half awake salutations..

“Dustin is back there being miserable”

“what is it today?“

She laughed.

It’s something every single day.

I think I’ve figured out, he’s got daughters and a wife, a Tiktok habit and a doublewide.

I would wager.. that no one gives a fuck what he has to say.

At home.

No one likes how he tells stories, how he expresses himself, how he complains..

So he goes to work.

And when he gets to work, he feels like somebody 😔. Like he’s got value. Like he’s got meaning.

So that’s it .

That explains why dildos behave like dildos.

Because the people close to them…are fucking sick of them.

And there it is.

Start a diary dude, I can’t recommend it enough.

You can be anything.

Paint with any brush.

You can be galactic, or you can be as small as an ant.

There is no place in the world,,

There’s nowhere to put your imagination..

If you’re not an entertainer.

I plowed through six more hours of Charles Bukowski, a book about women…

A dog, but an honest dog.

I recognize so many similarities between his writing and George Carlin, I think it’s more about the tempo of the time.

The slang.

The breezy.

I enjoy it very much.

I’m glad I gave up podcasts.

And True crime.

I think it was a smart move.