dawn

If you had guns, they would Ruby Ridge your fuckin ass.

But I don’t have guns.

I have a cat .

And you can’t Ruby Ridge someone for having a cat.

Maybe in an alternate reality…

The descendants of the pharaohs come to power,, and no one is allowed to have cats.

Because they’re holy.

So they put together a task force, and they check door to door, looking for anyone housing a God 😔..

How am I supposed to care?

How am I supposed to like monkeys again?

I don’t think I can.

I think it’s gone.

I don’t think I have that part of myself anymore.

Good luck, have fun.

Hope it works out for you.

And if you step foot on my property, so help me God,, I’ll make you regret it..

And you’ll pry Cricket from my cold, dead hands 🐈.

I don’t fuck with your world, I don’t want it .

I don’t like it .

And I’m not going to.

I’ll never own a gun because of like, exit door,, but I may need something for protection….

I’m thinking about a flare gun,, and maybe some bear mace…

You could do some damage with a flare gun and some bear mace.

“fear thy neighbor?”

Fuck that shit .

Fear groups.

Whenever one or more are joined together.. The bullshit is present.

You can count on it.

Mob behavior.

Fuckin hate em.

Keep me out of it .

Pledge money and flag, keep me the fuck out of it.

Because I hate you.

Not interested in eating.

(you keep losing days)

Everybody loses days, that’s the nature of days.

There are so many of them to live through.

(lol straight depression)

Just the mood when you reach for the keyboard, doesn’t mean anything.

(tsk tsk, another day down)

Dose.

(double dose..)

And if you were Hispanic American, speaking Spanglish,what would you call a double dose ?

(a dos dose)

Thank you! I’ll be here all night!

Sometimes I’ll ride out into the sticks, they’re so close around me.

I’ll see a huge patch of land with a trailer on it,

Hey…

Respect.

Make every white trash joke you’ve got.

Don’t hover a fuck. Don’t even hover around giving a fuck.

Respect to you and your path.

I see a monkey with peace. You see a monkey that isn’t as good as you.

Peachland,Polkton.

An apartment over an auto shop

There’s some pretty land out here, some really run down towns, but some pretty land.

As I wrap up my joy cruise, the rain starts falling

“big ole fat rain”-Forest Gump.

Aye, maybe God spotted me, some sky daddy yelling down

“hey! Quit your bitching!”.

Behold,life force falling from the sky..

Not just for monkeys.

But for the ants and the kingdoms of plants.

Use your two eyes but notice it with your third eye👁️.

Hey dipshit.

Do you see that?

Do you recognize the cycle you’re privileged to observe?

Rain ,mother fucker.

Washing away.

Pouring a drink upon the ground you walk .

Nourishment.

For you,for the alley cats, for the goddamn sunflowers.

Be humbled, little bitch.

Visualize all the water falling from the sky, compressed into a ball.

Then having that ball shoved down your throat…

Because you deserve it.

Little demon…

(half)

Little halfling…

Mad at the sky, mad at the species.

Look at that Rain…

Feel that shit playa…

(you put me in your Dunbar number…)

What an incredible compliment..

What a testament of soul..

I do not deserve that .

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I have a 5 lb bag of shake, I could roll them just to be smoking.

Not even about getting high, just about the act of enjoying smoking.

Without these death sticks.

Just tied into the act of it.

Feels the most natural, the most fluid version of my own thoughts 🤔🤔🤔

You could just light a stick of incense and hold it like a cigarette, gesticulate…

Judge on social value. Determine worth by quality of interactions. Attach value to a person’s friend count and the character of associations.

Just another thing.

I don’t think that’s accurate, because we’re flying through space and we’re all going to die one day.

Thank God for air conditioning.

(thank smart monkeys)

Or God instilled a limitless capacity for intelligence?

(maybe, there’s nothing else like us)

Aliens doing genetic engineering makes more sense..

(for sure it does)

Then maybe God is an alien, and aliens can hear your brainwaves,

I.e. prayers.

(sure, whatever works)

You’re fictionalizing your own story.

(so is everybody else,

Xenu?)

Fair enough…