dawn

The thing about podcasts, it’s a rolling entity.

2 points to make-

A.- If someone were to backlog any long term podcast, if they were to grind through people talking-for hours upon hours upon hours,,,. That’s a nutjob. You’re meant to pick it up where you are and you listen, because life boring AF.

B.- If someone were to type out a long-running podcast? There’d be a lottt of garbage. Unreadable. Different medium, different concept.

What I like about them is;

It’s a chance to see a mind in action. Preplanned or only planned a little. It’s a chance to see people on their feet and in the moment.

Is there a message? Is there a point? Not the purpose.

It’s not the purpose of the person with the purple microphone to be anything,not the meaning of turning the mic on,,,,now whether or not they chose to show good or bad? To promote any value system whatsoever?

Nothing to do with you.

A moron derives their values from the external, values are values.Super important, Some warm fuzzies you really hang on to.

Legit.

In the most legit level of legit,

Then I carry the thought past…

Any artist, any medium, song,word,visual or all the other ones.

I just listened to people talk.

I listened to them sing and play instruments…all the same,,,, it was helpful and it’s cool to be good at stuff. And that’s it. That is the usefulness of giving ear to other living people.

always have, to performers and thinkers, I really tried to listen and make sense of it.

I was jealous, and I am jealous,

Because people get to talk and some of them are really good at it, and some of them seem like they’re trying for the betterment of others and that’s noble. Some of them only cut down,shit all over things and that’s cool too sometimes, keeps everything in check.

It’s admiration, and disagreement and straight up envy.

People putting their thoughts down and doing it well..really cool stuff. Both from the hip and written, either way, you thought it up. You put a machine into action and you went at a thought.

The coolest.

Whether a tangible mechanic or a conceptual daydream.

May be the finer side of our species.

Might be.

Annnnnd….

I got jealous, and I wanted to do what they did.

For the utility of it.

For the usefulness of talking your own shit out.

I did it before, long before podcasts, but it wasn’t the same.

“Why not simply type on blank paper and throw it away?”

Not as much fun, plain and simple, not as much fun as the risk of tossing it into the abyss.

Good times lol.

Hit or miss, still good times,, and I’m going to keep doing it, because it helps and for fucks sake .. at least it’s somewhere, and least it’s somewhere to dump your shit,, rotten, decaying, stinking and super ugly and super dumb.

Still…. gotta dump it.

If you know what’s good for you,,

everything gotta change, can’t do shit until everything changes, but that ain’t about this,,

I just do.

It helped to talk.

And that’s it.

SO freal,,,,

Didn’t plan on being heard, still gonna type because I’m a monkey with a keyboard.Every person has long been excused , I don’t get paid for my podcast and that’s not even the part I was interested by,,, it’s just talking, pretty cool,,,just people talking. Nothing to do with any person ,any where, we’re all out here just talking,,welcome to the goddamn future, bustah….I wonder If I could get AI to type me a book ,just for funzies.Books are a thing of the past.

Now it’s just rolling dialogue ,

In real time,

Hearing people’s thoughts weekly because ….that shit sells.

What a turn of events, who knew?

Used to be once a year we heard someone’s thoughts, weekly if they had a TV show,, but now,,,, now that bitch is rolling and it’s bizarre to see, because it’s in real time. News,events,movies,art,music,topics topics topics topics.

A pretty neat thing. It’s neat, probably useful. We all exist in this same moment and everything fast as fuck,,,maybe I got latent culture shock, and did not use the internet properly ,,,at all.

Meh, I’d do it again, I’d try harder but I’d do it again.

Pssssshhhhhhhhh

I don’t like what I do and I don’t know how to stop,

And I asked Grand Theft Auto if I should break-up with a chick, and then I did it. But I already knew the answer to that, it’s a shame, after a few days and a few nights,,ehhh, piece of shit, easy to be a piece of shit, just hungry,, yep,, trick yourself into compatibility because it’s cold outside. That’s on me. I’m at fault and Jesus would not approve. It’s possible that I shouldn’t be close to anyone ever, it’s also possible that my life is a wreck and I’m only allowed to mingle with other lifewrecked.

Probably.

The answer is probably shutting the fuck up, and life’wrecked people can actually be nice people,,but,,still the same shit.

I dunno.

I Eat some fungus and go to another way of thinking and it’s much better. Can’t live there, heavens no, can’t stay trippin’ But for a day there you have it figured out, I dunno.

Vicious cycle, a story long and full of circle walking, I’m sorry for doing that, my bad, enough naval .

Fuckin booze.

I gotta get outta here,