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I'VE BEEN LIVIN ALONE IN THIS CAVE

fuck it maybe i've been dwelling in my comfort zone for too long

maybe i've been half-hibernating

or maybe i've been doing all that's necessary to do in this blue haze

this interim

a strange time made up of strange days

i'm out here navigating

this to roll as it go for now

another safe haus stay, dranks in a living room not mine, leftover sushi here on the counter, can't complain - watching viceland with a bottle of wine, working on this and that, staying busy, freestyling more freely than possibly ever, nothing fantastic but sure not terrible

WINDOW TO NOWHERE

this is a bizarre era















 


WOW well here we are!!! Some 5 and a half months later and I have a 401k!! (and add another half a year to finish the motherfucking commentary HA) Dreams do come true! Well my prophecy has come to fruition and I am utterly alone in this strange destitute land that is home. I've been alone for a while now which has been truly fabulous for making jokes with myself. Those surely featured here!

 

The summer was the beautfiul anticlimatic promised land. There were no obligations, no need to heed time's call, no need for discipline. And so there was none, wonderful double-edged sword that that is. But it was warm and flowing and life, particularly in retrospect as it always goes. It was the vague ok-ness that is being at home again after so long away, the strange mediocre moves from here to there that don't ever amount to anything but keep a half smile on the face. Beers on the beach. Solo beers on the beach in the wonderful sweltering sun. A swim and a cigarette and a thunderously dull contendness into the evening.

 

And then without warning, or maybe all the warning in the world but just unheeded, lightning struck, and here I am running headlong through the heaviest grind of my life, torn and down and still moving strangely slow and methodically all the while. The half smile remains, in some form, and the vague ok-ness has not disappated, even with the arrival of the long cold nights. But then I'm getting ahead of myself because that chapter is just beginning. This chapter is still just beginning.

 

ALMOST HALF A YEAR OF LIFE AND WHAT DO I HAVE TO SHOW!? 

 

Well, everything inside my head, and for the outside, this.... B SIDES & SIDE LIVES: A CONTINUATION OF THE DOWN AND UP 

 


A PRETTY SCENE AT THE BAY UP HIGH ON THE BRIDGE MAKING IT LOOK LIKE SOME FANTASTIC GETAWAY SURELY MORE THAN EIGHT MINUTES FROM YOUR HOUSE


humans constructing human things, quite an intriguing scene

NOTHING SCREAMS IT'S A MOTHAFUCKIN DAWN OF A DAY WITH NO OBLIGATIONS LOUDER

AW SHIT, queue the first trek to the glory land, NE NE NE NE BABY BEAUTIFUL TERRIBLE URBANIA
PHILLY SIDE STREET ALLEY CATS
ZOOM ZOOM ZINGA
MILKS AND HIS STEED

shortly before we met the real owner, a fascinating genetlman born and raised in Chincoteague, who broke his arm trying to ride one of the wild beasts as a young teen, but never lost his passion for equestrine, even once he moved to the beautiful seething mess that is Philadelphia, and there he stays with his trusted companion

 

PROGRESSIVE !!!!!!
              OIIII YEAH FUCK ME RIGHT ON UP THEN 

I missed the memo that everyone would be wearing black, quite literally everyone besides myself, but the gin had settled in already and I spent a nation's gdp on beerz, and that shifting mass of sound and light and color was but stop numero uno on our one night only tour, and you better believe we tore shit down thereafter. I couldn't even begin to retrace our steps if you put me on the ground in that city again, but the absurdity was potent and I was in a dark marauding mood and the city was quite good to us, even allowing me the courtesy of locating my debit card each of many times it was misplaced and I confronted the surrounding world like an enemy combatant on the battlefield live. Philly feels authentic and the grit and the sprawl and the hustle are oversaturated in the air and condensate down in a filthy wonderful dew in the wee hours of each morning, I can say this with confidence because I've seen it myself.

 

BACK TO THE BEACH

WHO DAT WHO DIS


a quick jaunt up the eastern shore, that forgotten peninsula of virginia

she's a sad cotton candy dream in the evening and I've felt a love come on so strong

OI ARNOLD WHAT THE FUCK U DOIN MATE YOURE A MADMAN

just do yourself a real favor and give this sly fox a quality listen

WE WERE SPEAKING ABOUT HOW THE PLACE CAN SEEM SO FAR AWAY EVEN WHEN IT'S HOME
otherwise forgotten scenes is what the b sides are all about. it's the random riffs and side notes that make up the bulk of our lives between the highlights, the strange way that memory can couple a vision with a mood and a mood with a state of being and allow one to lead to the other and back around until the whole thing may as well be fresh cooked there flying off the pan in the kitchen  EH

WATER WATER

FUCKIN EVERYWHERE
have you watched the beauty of a simple pleasure spill out right in front of you

 

WHADDUP WATEP WE OUT HERE 


A COUPLE OF OFFBEAT NIGHTS AT THE SAFE HAUS, the pleasureable ephinany of no obligation, an endless evening of not a goal in sight and no desire for one, just the simplest of happenings between decent television programs and other people's snacks, freezer goods cooked at 3am and an unquestioned flow of alcohol and related friends on the back patio between heavy summer rain squalls after the power outage and mass lighting of the candles, all wonderfully unnoticed by the blind dog Sadie and her unrelenting enthusiasm for those very simpler days

REPRESENTATIVE SITE PHOTO

routine can kill you, oddly slowly while it pushes the knife in fast, but routine isn't inherently evil, it's just the forced nature and displeasureable associates that so often come with it. take the stop at mix it up for the choice cut beers or premixed cool flowing grog with one of Patrick O'Brien's authentic seagoing tales under the sweltering sun by the seat of the dunes away from all the people, laid out knocked back down in the ambiance of the heat and liquid before letting the sharp crisp of the cold sea embrace your whole person body and mind entirely, then smile in the blue sky gold warm air and ride wave then wave then run like a chile then wave and flip and wave and float there, content - SHIT AIN'T BAD


AH what a fun new-fangled way to be mindless

WHERE THE FUCK IS VENASAUR

hmmmmmmmm

 


SELF V. SELF, WHO WILL PREVAIL, ONLY VICTORY WILL TELL

ain't no substitute for it.... She

OI MOTHAFUCKA YOU WANNA SQUARE UP I SEE YOU IN OR OUT THE WATER COME AT IT

SHIIIITTTTTT, GUYS, I BELIEVE I HAVE MADE A TERRIBLE MISTAKE, HEAVENS NO

HA classic SFUS communicado reminiscent of a certain era in time!!!!! #RELATABLE #WOW #COOL
SIDE DISH OF OPIATES, WHO THE FUCK SAID THAT
OI O IT'S THE FUCKIN NEIGHBORHOOD GOONS HERE TO RUIN YOUR DAY AND OUTWIT YOUR WHOLE DAMN CREW YA MEASLY FUCKS, POUR US ANOTHA ONE

 circa 2016, copyright, all rights reserved, wow nice huh neat

slow roll roll on down slow, soft wave crash lap evening shore twilight, wash it all way, all the bad all the good and nothing left but nothingness, heavy but benign then


CHA BOIZ
up there with the cigs at the pier, beers downed courtesy of christian on the grill, ocean eddy's bustle ignored as the fryers sizzle distantly and the families and lone wrinkled old men fish, all the more determined as the sun dips and the sweetly discomforting periwinkle fuzz overtakes it all. and then down on the bay's side of town, except across the strip of land from the bay, the inlet, that peak of nautical spillage all around, the old fishing boats and the watermen and the whole trade without the psuedo-glamour attached to it, the place that doesn't question itself as it just is, and it is also beautiful in that way and in many other simple ways, in that the water nearly laps the floorboards beneath your feet and the closest growth is marsh grass on the small islands, and boats navigate through the narrow channel and sandbars with no hurry to pull up and eat and drink, and you're there with rum flowing and a warm eased rowdy atmosphere with salt and burning outboards in the air, the sun inevitably dipping into a ridiculous showing of orange then pink then purple atmospheric beauty, every damn day. 

BEEEEEESIDEEEEEEE
THE PLOT THICKENS MORE SO THAN EVER: BUT WHO WAS THE REAL CULPRIT ???????

FOCKIN LATE NIGHT SIMPLE PLEASURE NIRVANA

OH MY SWEET SWEET SUMMER TIME STP WHY HATH THOU FORSAKEN ME

HOMESTEAD YAY HOMESTEAD NAY 
FUCK ME UP

It's a strange thing to come back to the place you've spent your entire life just you're ending a whole multi-year state of being and entering into a whole new chapter of the thing. It's a time of rapidly shifting winds, something that is forecast to be unpredictable and hectic and quite possibly dangerous to steer through. But then just as you broach the front it all settles and goes calm and the wheel moves soft beneath your hands and the wind sighs tired and low and - it's anticlimatic, really. Here we are. 
DAYS DAZE DAYZ DAZE ON IT GOES
B-SYDE-BEE-SIGHED
READ EM AND WEEP, VICTORY IS NOT ASSURED BUT WILL BE HAD AND IT WILL LOOK LIKE:
THE MAN THE MYTH THE MASTER


THE MOST STANDARD SCENARIO, ANOTHER TRUE REPRESENTATIVE SITE PHOTO OF THE ERA FOR BETTER OR FOR WORSE, IRRELVANT NOW
AW SHEEIITTTT BACK UP THE COAST AGAIN MOTHAFUCKA
TXT 12 FOR DOUCHEBAG, 13 FOR OUTLANDISH CUNT

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM, PHILADELPHIA AGAIN, DEMOCRATIC NATIONAL CONVENTION

great day for transit with the President of the United States in town and the like
BUT TRANSIT WE DID GOIN GOIN BACK BACK TO NYCCCCCCCCC BABY WE AINT YAWNIN NOW


OH there's never enough photos taken during these glorious times of thrashing and running, and that's a shame, but then that's exactly how it should be.... SO 

 

BAGEL SHOP ABOVE, i will not call it a bodega no matter what the locale, and it is less symbolic than the matcha shop, a ridiculously hip locale but one that suited the mornings well, mornings being around noon time, with a walk through absofuckinlutely wonderful nolita into the pink wall palm treed decor place with beautiful beautiful girls on laptops making thousands of dollars running terrible terrible lifestyle blogs and vague human forms wearing supreme loud and proud and shifting through the always long line for that glorious bright green liquid. I'd order two or three drinks at a time and i'm not one to overblow a simple dose of caffiene BUT GOTDAMN there's a buzz, and with a hydrocodone in the rain in the city on that patio as the people moved and the absurdity struck and the day was free - YES, i will always take a dose of that memory.

 

HMMMMM this was our first encounter with the city in the summer, and it did not disappoint. she was a lover, or not, but a temptress, and we found ourselves overtaken as always but settling in quite nicely. THERE WAS

 

eating gourmet mac and cheese on a stoop watching the world go by, the hustle and the bustle and the people across the street with white cloth napkins and sparkling wines losing their smiles as they saw the freedom that was us in the grunge and the sweet love of the streetside raw

 

LITTLE FUCKING ITALY, the best place in america, or the world, where the streets were closed to the machines of the humans and so only the humans remained, free to take over the asphalt paths that we built and subsequently lost, and the glory of the clusterfuck and the pit of despair that is a seething mass of persons poured out like hot butter instantly congealed, and really so, so indescribably pleasant beneath the blue sky and the gold sun and the sights and the sounds and the heartbeat of the whole thing

 

an overly enthusiastic young man who was not of age to be in the bar with the drinks but found his way into the bar with the drinks and drank himself into a belligerent state, but as he was not capable of being belligerent, he was a petty antagonist and self-percieved victim, and then there was the placid bemusement of smoking a cigarette sitting on the planter wall watching a crowd of humans unite in their disdain for such terrible bullshit, but really handle themselves quite well until the young antagonistic victim made the mistake of taking his charade to the passerby, who was only attempting to make his way back to his overpriced apartment with overpriced groceries and paying the overly priced dollar amount of minding his own fucking business, and this kind man, this good samaritan, beneveolently gave us all the far underpriced entertainment of punching the young zealot out in one clean swoop, one concentrated 'FUCK YOU' - FROM US ALL. the young fool was sprawled out on the pavement, face down, just over the edge of the first stair. such kind folks in the urban jungle.

 

there's just something about the place in the day, in the afternoon, as it fades to evening, in an outdoor locale with drink and humans just beginning to congregate. (This place then, in my head now, is the backyard of Sweet & Vicious, an entirely different ordeal once the sun has set) There's something so raw about the whole place that it's unnerving, and being unnerved is what makes the place so wonderfully special, because the heave and flow forces you to settle into being unnerved as some sort of state of being, and then you're open to the whole warm mass of absurdity, and that's a beautiful thing. It's freeing.

 

RIGHT THEN

THE MOST I'VE EVER SPENT IN ONE GO AT LE BAR - BUT IT WAS THE BEST BAR

if there's a representative site photo of the away-ness of the place, THIS IT

clammy ft. sweat, the madness of a hot ny cave in july as we melt down into ourselves prior to hitting the streets in the late evening
AMONGST IT
YA DAMN RIGHT
HA mhans slaughter game not so hot 

OI FUCK, this here's the end of the night, the end of a night, the end of any night - nothing like la comida from a food truck and absolute assurance you will be hyrdated by the time the sun comes up

SOPHIES, what a spot. the classic dive. the motherfucking archetype. a place where you could be comfortable amongst the heaving sea of concrete and steel unfamiliarity. AND THEY GOT A JUKE BOX

IT'S ALL GOOD, EVEN WHEN IT AIN'T
specifically the above image is the state I find myself in during new york nights. i believe this sweaty scene was in the bathroom of the bar above berlin, with the girl who was 29 that invited me to share a time with her amongst the red lights, brick walls, and teeming shadows below.

AW SHIT
the fuck you doin if you ain't learnin some new shit?

a pleasantly ok gray day, a hot dog from the cart with onions sliding around and on down over to central park, a small jaunt through and around before we leave uptown....

AND BEFORE WE LEAVE TOWN

THE LAST NIGHT IN THE PLACE

IT'D BE SAD IF WE DIDN'T DO IT SO DAMN RIGHT

apotted on the walk home from the west end of things; novelty, no!?

 

AH FUCK you know this deserves a recon report out here

So we went online to the webinars and purchased tickets to the comedy cellar with only a very faint trace of an idea of what the fuck we were doin. I had seen the place on Louis CK's show and Rocco had told us that it was tight af so there you go. Nah, more importantly, we had done the damn thing every night so we were willing to buy into a change of pace. AND BY BUY I MEAN PURCHASE TWO ITEMS AT THE BAR OR CELLAR ITSELF TO COVER THE TICKET FUCK ME UP !! but honestly, sandwich or no (yes), what kind of asshole is going to go to a comedy show and not buy at least two drinks? 

 

So we were in the upstairs drawing with chalk on the tables having a beverage or three and then we were outside with a cigarette in the line around the corner in the alley and then we were downstairs in the darkness and intrigue of the place. It was all quite smooth really. After a pause in the entry the attractive hostess or whatever position she held proceeded to lead us to the farthest darkest corner of the room, the one on the southeast corner of the place, tucked back even with the back of the stage, neck craned staring tense over the very intimate couple seated immediately adjacent between your line of sight and the fine humans taking that stage - quite ideal!!!! But chu know, you make due with what you got.

 

BUT WAIT!

A very rare gift from cool - a reversal of the odds for all of the absurdity that we had successfully grooved through in those sweating thrashing streets, for all the shitty hands that we had laughed at and played anyway throughout the thing. The hostess/waitress/whatever the fuck she is comes back as the good man is opening the show and says to us deep sweaty tucked uncomfortably numb in the corner, "Hey do you guys want to move to a table in the front row? Because your seats were actually supposed to be there, so if you still want to move, it's open..." Hmmmmm... YA DAMN RIGHT

 

First of all, there aren't rows, but fockin right we were in the front one. This was my first comedy show, and it was in a beautiful, intimate dark and dingy setting in the front row with a sandwich and people bringing me drinks and a bunch of funny, witty, relentless motherfuckers leaning over the stage and skewering me with personally curated blades of jokes. It was fuckin delightful. A bunch of talented motherfuckers 3 feet in front me in a room that will throw you the fuck out if you pull out your cell phone to take a video. The only rule in the place is you can't be an asshole unless you're on the stage, and literally anything else goes. That's what the fuck I'm talking about. There was life in that place. Potent. I very rarely laugh that fucking hard. Feels good as - 



A EUPHORIC GLOW HANGING ABOUT YOUR HEAD WITH THE HYRDOCODONE COURSING THROUGHOUT THE VEINS AND A DISGUSTED LOVE BEATING STRONG DIRTY PURE IN YOUR HEART GETTING SWEATED OUT AS MANY ORIFACES AS THE ALCOHOL IS POURING IN (symbolically of course)

this is the town my dad was born in HA

SUMMERTIME STP HOW I MISS IT AS I TYPE THIS AND HOW I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S NEARLY HERE AGAIN

what can we say about the absinthe... either you put down a small bit and it's nothing or you put down the better part of a bottle and you're onto it

just fuck me up
this is probably the best investment i've made in quite a while along with those damn beavers and if there's a theme there it's very very simple: TANGIBLE GOODS ARE GOOD

a preying mantis hovering above ominously for the kill... could it be..? SYMBOLISM!?

QUEUE THE BIGGEST TRANSITION OF MY YOUNG LIFE THAT I'M STILL FIGURING THE FUCK OUT ALL THESE MONTHS LATER !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~casually~
INTO THE BELLY OF THE BEAST EH
an exemplar of the b sides... the side lives... the unplanned resemblance of the ghost of the groove of the inbetween.....
hanging on to some warm notion of freedom and peace of mind
BUT IT'S COLD OUT HERE ALL STRANGE & ALONE
ALWAYS GOTTA STAY FUCKIN EM UP

HA rex all pumped the fuck up to be deep in the blue haze and he don't even know he's deep in the blue haze
same for cwiss pictured here skeptical as i know him generally to be about these things

A PRELIMINARY SIGN OF THINGS I'VE GONE DORMANY ON BUT FUCK I AIN'T GOTTA SPELL THE LINK OUT DO I: VESUVIUS TO COME (cc: dormany)
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh just let this stand for Mindplay Vol.2 and the Blue Haze and all of that
i'm out here tryin....

FUCK IT AIN'T EASY THO

THESE IMAGES ARE LESS THAN ONE STANDARD DEVIATION FROM MY GENERAL FRAME OF MINE

 

up before the sun for all the wrong reasons

DOLLA DOLLA BILLS YALL

something real real nice shot down dead real real early - it's pretty though in an off way



ON LE JOB OUT HERE

 

i am at peace in this image


Y JO
from the day on the river in richmond followed by the long and winding night with the jazz band and the strange cast of characters that spontaneously appeared and took us back to their bizarre labyrinth of a warehouse / living space / recording studio for an absurd showing of things. a potent sweating wandering evening, from the studio to a drum circle to twisted hallways and sprawling rooms until I could no longer stand at the conclusion of it all. the lack of specifities doesn't do it justice but the vibe has been laid down, YEEHAW


OI the woodlands, look into their gaping jaws

this is a jolly friend of mine

A CLASSIC OF OUR TIMES

an exemplar of why the hell not and a sign of things to come
TANGIBLE

nothing more pure left in this world than the simple pleasure of the sea 


I KNOW ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US SIRI, BIG BRUNCH, NO WAFFLES, CHOCOLATE CHIP PANCAKES, CHAMPAGNE

AH FUCK, the counterweight to the enjoyment of the moment at hand

 

DEEP IN THE WOODLANDS YA BETTER LOOK THE FUCK OUT FOR THE FOREST GUARDIAN AND THE TROLLS UNDER THE BRIDGE WITH THEIR RIDDLES AND INTRICATE COMPLEXITIES

and the forgotten places off the beaten path....

FOCKIN RIGHT i could live my life in a hot tub alone with proper quantities of rum though i believe hennesy was in the Hardee's cup here, CHEER

ahhhhhh yes the backwater goons on vacation, the lake haus, not a lake haus, the haus on le river, the poker, the bumper pool, the grill and the boat and the wakesurfing and all the other wonderful things 

HA yes, here we are, all smiles !! what is this shit now, some five and a half years now with these tres muskateerings? from the first year lounge where we experienced independence for the first time together and all those woodland walks to here in a luxury home with a boat and deeper stranger tides - OI YEAH BRING ON THE FUTURE

a sad psuedo japanese grill house in some gray town in north carolina on the long haul back north, just a moment in time potent in memory and mood

and a gray morning at home... the image is deceptively at ease when compared to the state of mind and turmoil in mood and emotion

a classic series of johnfowler57 maneuver

 

FUCK ME UP i just love this image, make it the title page of all of this shit, of the random forgotten moments that create potent moods and strange strands of memories floating around in the deep mind, of the life happenings and the lack of apologies and the b-sides and side lives, BUMMER DAZE SANS GLORY, COLD CONCEPTUALS 

a beautiful scene in a terrible situation, LIFE
yet another representative site photo
PROTECT YA NECK FUCK ME UP
help

late night snacks are the hallmark of a free nation

MMMMMMMM COTTON CANDY IN THE SKY

have you seen such a scene of beauty as below ? STANDARD SCENERY

VIVID DEPICTION OF THE LIFE I'M CURRENTLY LIVING
i love the pinks and purples afterwards, the descent of the blanket of night's deep blue to black darkness is quite nice too


HERE'S TO THE CHARITY CHILI COOK-OFF

a fine evening in a place close to home that feels so refreshingly far away in the warm breeze and cold rum
B-SIDES here to celebrate the standard scenery so often forgotten as the days go by because.... well, it's standard. BUT THAT DON'T MEAN IT AIN'T A THING OF BEAUTY, or at least interest
OUT CHEER

drown it out or go for a swim????? WHAT'RE WE DOIN OUT HERE???

honestly i'm shocked i captured this image, i'm pleased beyond reasonable measure, DO YOU FEEL THE AUTUMN IN IT?

damn, i dunno why i'm drinking this rosa red here, perhaps it was when i was just stumbling my way into wine, but i'm more of a bittersweet sauvignon blanc kinda guy these days, but regardless, i like the idea of the gritiness of a chinese dinner and a bottle of wine to myself, of course there's no glory in the moment, it's just how it is, but then isn't that breakdown of events how it all is in this strange series of movements we call life?

FUCK GETTIN MONEY IM PICKIN UP STICKS AHHHHHHH FUCK
i'm on this homestead and it's delightful and i better get off soon


THIS IS THE GOTDAMN BAY, not the ocean - this is on the tail end of Matthew with the pulse of the thing still powering in on the wind and the raw energy of the long swell meeting shallows and shore. VB GOT FLOODED THE FUCK OUT, and as we're still reeling on it (rip lightrail), i ask - what if we get hit by an actual hurricane?

cat in one hand, WHAT THE FUCK'S IN THE OTHER
THE MILLION BILLION MOTHAFUCKIN DOLLA PRICELESS QUESTION

- have you seen a nicer purple sunset?

LOOK AT THE CANDLES ON THIS MAN'S CAKE AND ASPIRE TOWARDS SUCH A SHOWING

what an underrated combo
SWEET N SALTY MY FRIENDS

 

HERE'S AN IMAGE OF ME VIEWING MY LIFE NOW

FUCK ME UP AND 

fuck me up, this one's just a blast to the past 
BUT LET'S GET ON WITH LE FUTURE














JOY AND MOTHAFUCKIN PROSPERITY
YEEHAW
















 

 

 


Here we go again!! And by again I mean one last time. For real now. The last thing I posted in this section was my nearly week long trip down to Key West back in early March. It is now June 6th as I type. College is done forever. And, more importantly, being relatively removed from reality in a town full of people within four years of my age doing things similar to me, in the grand scheme of the world, is done, forever. lt's a gift and a curse, a double edged sword as I more often like to say, but I do reflect on life frequently. And if there's one thing that I've come to realize I'll miss about these odd past four years of my life, it's this - there truly was potent absurdity readily available around every corner. A good picture may be worth a thousand words, but I don't know about a shitty screengrab. But who cares what the scale reads out to. Below is what I could manage to scrounge together from the archives I have from the past three months. So let it roll baby, let it roll. 

 

BANGER DANGER BEGIN


sums it up or no..?

This picture signifies the coming of spring time if I've ever seen it.

[I DID THIS (in collaboration with White Castle)]

HI DEF QUALITY OF SING DOING HIS FRIDAY NIGHT GIG AT BILTMORE; VIVA BURMA!!!


REX OUTGREW HIS LACTOSE INTOLERANCE AND THIS IS HIS FIRST TIME AT BEN AND JERRY'S

I'm not gonna lie about this... toward the end of my school career I started paying over 20 dollars to have a crabcrake over walnut rice pilaf delivered to my room.

For real though, a night of smash and freestyling with the naturally associated drinking and smoking amongst homies is not nm.


~~~~ ENHANCED GROG INGREDIENTS ~~~~


We never had a "spot" until relatively near the end, but it became Michael's Bistro. God bless blue motorcyles, Chris, and Kayla, all for very different reasons. 


STMOTHERFUCKINGP BABY

yo for real, it may be june 6th now but it ain't over. and for real, watch this 1988 CSPAN interview with Bernard, please.

YEAH THAT IS ICE IN MY LEFTOVER ROOTS BOWL DON'T BE AFRAID TO EXPERIMENT MOTHERFUCKERS

the wind from my open balcony door pushed these weak motherfuckers over HA SURE

AND HE KILLS IT

EMPTY PITCHERS BLANK FACES GLITCHES IN THE MATRIX

 

Like the fact that I saved the hardest class I'd ever taken in college until my last semester :')


INTIMATE MOMENTS AT MELLOW MUSHROOM became a Friday standard with Rex, Robbie, and Paula after hour long Buddhist Meditation sessions. I still take that sentence for granted, but damn... meditation followed by exotic pizzas. When will that be scheduled in my life weekly again?

the face you make when the random fuck at the door tries to bigdick the crew but before you can get hostile the girls that you barely know invite you in to the apartment to party even though "the party is over" and you proceed to take all of their alcohol as bounty and reject the sorry motherfucker's apology upon his slight sobering up and subsequent realization that he was fucked all along 

lol ROFL LMAO RITE

(a more intimate crabcake scene)

past 6am in the woods alone pausing on my way home for 15 minutes to take in the beauty of being alive and awake until the morning light again....

~ THE ABSURDITY OF IT ALL IS POTENT ~

look, I wouldn't dare try to put my beloved societal fuck up squad into words, but here's two shitty screengrabs of two of them shits taking some ballsy risks that I guarantee they never once considered ballsy. 


11 is the closest I ever got to being number 1 in line for Bodo's 

also here's a cheat code for your motherfuckin taste buds:

cinnamon raisin bagel with turkey and american cheese, and bacon, tomato, anddd strawberry cream cheese.

and if you order it in the wrong order it'll cost more, and if you don't exaggerate the last "anddd" they'll get confused and fuck it up 88.9% of the time.


AND THEN QUEUE THE RIVER HAUS::::
Look, I don't know how many details I'm willing to go into here, but try this... substance a fockin plenty with the nicest alcohol you've bought in years coupled with whipping a 33 foot boat at full speed under these influences, partaking in watersports all new to you, and then a spot of fishing on the side, all of this followed by beautiful excess time being split between eating fresh crab, gambling on bumper pool and poker, smoking cigarettes in a hot tub, and more of that aforementioned quality alcohol all the while. You do what you please, but I'll say this: fuck a beach week.


AND WE CAME BACK AND GRADUATED. Thank God the robes were black. And I'm not exercising hyperbole when I say we were able to stop to take this beautiful selfie in the rain because the SFUS were the last people in the long line that walked the lawn that day. My motherfuckin g's.


LAST NIGHT OUT ON THE CORNER EVER CELEBRATING DAVID GRAY'S 23RD BIRTHDAY AT MICHAEL'S WITH FREE SHOTS COURTESY OF KAYLA'S LAST NIGHT AND ALL, FOCKIN RIGHT, PICTURE OF AFTERMATH FOLLOWS:

And forever etched into those walls... let the torch of good hearted mayhem and valiant plundering in that too often tight-strung place be passed on to the next willing generation.

THIS IS FROM MY LAST MORNING IN CHARLOTTESVILLE; regardless of temporal sentiments may I say: gold sun, green trees, purple sky. One of nature's most beautiful combos she has to offer. 

1252 BARN BROOK ROAD.... if I'm not back where I started I'll be damned... for better or for worse, it is what it is, right?

Cwiss and Milkhand. The other half of SFUS. I suppose the summer has begun whether I've accepted it or not.

My friendly neighborhood Starbucks is now serving beer with complementary seasoned pumpkin seeds which could very well be a game changer in their much-sought-after transition from faceless corporate entity that I happen to enjoy being at to friendly neighborhood cafe with welcoming name recognition that I can really do some quality work at again, which admittedly would be a much needed phenomenon...

AND SO IT'S BEGUN. SUMMER 2016. IT'S TIME TO COME THE FUCK INTO MY OWN.

closing words and....

I'm not a very sentimental person. I know a lot of people that cried in the moments, hours, and even days that followed college graduation. And a lot of them aren't even crying types. But the two fucks that you see pictured above along with myself cracked jokes during the entire graduation ceremony. And fuck an ego or even a pat on the back, but the people around us had a damn good laugh. That is to say that quite often sentimental for the sake of being sentimental type of shit just doesn't get through to me. I'm sorry, but I don't give a fuck what some random poet that I've never heard of has to say about the past four years of my life that I've LIVED. I can ponder that summary on my own. And it's hard as hell to put into words, and this is by no means at all everything I have to say, but if there's one simple but profound thing I've realized, it's something like this: I will never again be removed from the grind that life so often becomes and put into a semi-dream like wandering state of absurdity with no one but my always willing peers constantly surrounding me again... unless I bust my ass and make it happen myself. I suppose this is to say I've never bought into college being the four glory years of my life. I've never bought into any statement that says, "It's all downhill from here!" And I'm a pretty dark motherfucker at that. 

 

Look, if I'm to be honest, I had a very odd and disturbing series of dreams the other night. Amongst Inception-like phenomena of dreams within dreams coupled with disturbing patterns of imminent death and doom, there was another constant theme: it was the end of school! In a classic sense that we've all felt since elementary school spilled out into mid and late June; one that evolved through middle school, and through high school, and most recently even college; and I'm not exaggerating when I say that the hype in these dreams was much more than I felt upon graduation from college in real life. And so much of it was based around the stimple fact that I knew I stood with my peers, not just my friends, but my acquaintances as well, and their friends, and all of that just creating the general dynamic and alive feeling of the scene that is our age group linking up in ways that seem comical to mention because they have been so frequent that we take them for granted. But who the fuck are we now? Alone, scattered from our epicenter, our collective shaking of the world disappated into a sad series of individual tremors that can't even muster the potential to register on the scale that weighs the whole thing. That's a brutal couple sentences to write, but I believe it's an honest assessment. That wonderful potent absurdity that we all loved, whether we called it by that name or not, is gone. Life is moving and flowing and changing. That's as much of a fact as the wind blowing, or not as it does in the doldrums, which may be the more relevant comparison.

 

And so as you read this I'll be the first to fully honestly admit... I don't know. I don't really know what's next, but I do know that, to put it lightly, it ain't all fun and games. But my friends, if we give up, if we sell out, if we take just the salary for the expenses, and the expenses as the next thing, and the next thing as the so-called maturity and then the family and the settling down, and then the settling down as the sacrifice of dreams, then who the fuck are we? Where the fuck will the inevitable resentment retreat to? Why the fuck shouldn't we be able to get to know ourselves intimately over the years without fear of losing those longterm goals that we've held in our imaginations since we were children? And why the fuck should we ever call the dreams that are rooted in our souls childish? I'm fucking tired of seeing that phenomenon so frequently. Being an idealist is not naive, and being a realist does not mean you need to swing to the preclaimed sides of optimism or pessimism. This vast series of movements that we call life is a very strange thing. In truth, real truth, if there's one thing I've learned, it's that: life is a strange and beautiful and dynamic creature. I seek control over mine, but I don't really have it yet. And that's ok. Because I've been giddily awaiting the day that my 17 years of schooling is done, and I graduated a couple weeks ago, but it's finally here tonight. So I haven't tamed the wild stallion that this incredible series of movements is, but I'm on my way. I'm so fucking unsure, but through the darkness, I know I'm better than ever.

 

 

 

 


"A fourth run down to Key West. Well, a fifth one really but I don't count the first trip. The wind blew steady from the southeast for five days, and the seas were churned up. But the wind was still a warm island one and the churning seas were still bright turqoise. The green of the palms and the gold warmth of the sun in the air breathed a bit of life into my body and soul. And then of course there was also the rum."

 

That's something I wrote the evening after I returned from the place. Below Is something I put together to give you a taste of the sites and visual sensations that inspired the whole ideal. 

 

TROPICANA DOOM

 


 

 

 

 





THE ABSURDITY OF LIFE IS POTENT



SETTLING IN MATE


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ONLY TWENTY ONE EASY PAYMENTS OF NOT BEING FULLY PRESENT AND CONSCIOUS IN SOME OF THE BEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL MOMENTS IN YOUR LIFE!!








If you learn where the iguanas frequent along with their general demeanor and blood circle, that being the range you can safely step within a given radius of them before they turn and burst into the bushes, then you can really work the limits of getting the camera in on them. Photographing lizards really is a fucking lot of fun.


SPRING BREAK FOREVER !!!!!!!!


WHAT THE FUCK DO U KNOW ABOUT BEING LIT WITH YOUR FAMILY AKA NIGHT NO.2 I LOW KEY HAVE 0 MEMORY OF GETTING HOME BUT I REMEMBER CLOSING A $67 LATE NIGHT TAB AT THE GREEN PARROT AT SOME POINT AND WAKING UP WITH SCRATCH MARKS ON MY NECK HAHA TIGHT 

an unintentional tropicacana really describes it more succinctly...





















 

 

 


One more time back toward the mountains in the winter. Comin off of break and falling right down into it. The last semester of college ever. The best four years of my life are almost over. It's all downhill from here.

 

 

 

BACK AT IT WITH THE TEAM ON THE LURK GRIND

IT SNOWED IMMEDIATELY.

                 A LOT OF SNOW.

A HEFTY SERVING OF CAVE DWELLING SEASONED WITH SPORADIC EPISDOES OF MAYHEM



 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 LOWLIGHT VIBE REIGNS ON

 

 

 

 

DAILY LIFE LOOK LIKE

HONEY BBQ WINGS

DOODLING

SPACEMEN 3 RADIO

DEAFENING INTERNAL STRUGGLES AND THE PERIODIC ATTEMPT TO FREE MY MIND FROM THEM  SO I CAN ACTUALLY BE PRESENT AND RIDE THE DAMN VIBES AND NOT CRASH & BURN & DIE

HAHA

 

 

A GIRL AND THE OUTDOORS WILL DO UR LIFE SOME GOOD WHETHER U KNOW IT OR NOT

 WHO DOESN'T LOVE A GOOD SUNSET

 

THIS SANDWICH WILL TEACH YOU WHAT A BANGER IS. HOT AND TASTY LET IT ALL MELT IN YO MOUTH. BITE IN AND FEEL THAT TOUCH OF BLISS.

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HAHA COLLEGE IS TIGHT

NEW THOUGHTS RUNNING AROUND MY HEAD THESE DAYS

SOCIETAL FUCK UP SQUAD CONTINUES TO FLOURISH

BEING IN THE PRESENT MOMENT IS GOOD

TRYING TO LEARN SOME FUCKING BALANCE IS GOOD

HONEY BBQ WINGS I'LL SAY IT AGAIN

GET HIGH AND SIT ON A BALCONY FOR HOURS

JOLLY DOOM IS SPREAD OVER ALL THE LAND LIKE NUTELLA

FUCK TRENDS FOREVER 

 

 







These are strange days man, strange fucking days.....

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


mostly painkillers and overdone phone pictures of nautical scenes but also some other things!!!

 

"oxycodone, an artist's impression" circa 2015


ORDERED SOME CUSTOM NIKES TODAY





evening skies

hide away the day

tears of joy &

all my love's salt spray

 

POETRY DAMN








dank 757 fire wow nice hmu

 

 

on the real

done with school

got these pills post surgery

been eating crabcakes

& mexican food

shit's alright

need 2 buy some rum

it's warm outside

herons are the best bird y/n ?






backwater goons u gotta look out for them they'll drink all ur liquor & only have 1 skill which is rolling cigs


"Christmas 2015 ft. xtraa merry"






















 

Yes. Dr. Ciftci is a man who is accused of the crime of tweeting images showing Turkish President Tayyip Erdogan and Gollum in similar positions "eating, expressing surprise and amazement", clearly an act with real potential to be an utter atrocity. It's a good thing the judicial process is underway to put a stop to this sort of population-threatening mayhem. So the question that must be answered: is this an insult to the President? And the answer.....

 

"A Turkish court has asked experts to assess the character Gollum from The Lord of the Rings... The experts will be a group composed of two academics, two behavioural scientists or psychologists and an expert on cinema and television productions"

 

That's right. A panel of experts, including the highly specialized position of "academic", has been convened by the Turkish government to study in excruciating detail the ficticious character of Gollum. You may be wondering, amongst other small factors, why form a panel of experts for such a thing? Well, sadly...

 

"The judge took the decision after admitting he had not seen the whole of the Lord of the Rings series in which Gollum features."

 

Shame on you judge. But at least you had the sage wisdom to consult the experts for such a grave matter.

 

But wait!! The plot thickens....

 

 


You read it right!! In a monumental development it turns out that the pictures did not actually feature Gollum alongside the Turkish President but Gollum's benign alter ego, Smeagol. How will the panel of experts deal with this unexpected development!!? It seems that, according to Lord of the Rings director and producer Peter Jackosn, Dr.Ciftci was actually referring to Erdogan as a "joyful" and "sweet" character. I can't argue with that analysis. That's exactly how I would describe a man who thinks it's reasonable to imprison another man for comparing him to a fictional character in a series of fantasy movies that have absolutely no even remote semblance to real life. The case has now been adjourned until February presumably to give the panel of experts sufficient time to deal with these riveting developments.

 



Look, yes, a mass shooting and likely terrorist attack on our own soil is important, but it's about time we had a new development in the "shaming" movement. Perhaps the most confusing part of the shaming movement is whether or not shaming is a good thing or a bad thing. For example, "body shaming", i.e. making fun of somebody's selfie that they post publicly on the internet, is a huge no-no. The right for people of all shapes and sizes to post pictures of themselves on the world wide web without getting any negative feedback is something my generation is willing to fight for. A truly noble cause, indeed. People who are mean should be censored. Body shaming is "bad." 

 

This new one, however, is "prayer shaming." And it is "good." Politicians who oppose gun control but offer thoughts and prayers to victims of gun violence are shamed for their supposed hipocrasy. Though one could argue that the only way a prayer could be hypocritical is if the individual is a self-procliamed absolute atheist, the point remains: because that politician has not supported gun control, a "good" thing, they must be shamed in the public sphere for offering condolescenses to the families of the dead. And in all honesty, they should probably be censored. Case in point:

 


That's right. Look out for that truly influential $2,000 contribution.

 

Look, this piece of writing isn't to debate gun control; I personally think it's idiotic for anyone to argue that we shouldn't have basic background and mental health checks for an individual who wishes to purchase a deadly firearm, particularly because the people arguing against those checks are generally perfectly capable of passing those sorts of tests.

 

My point is this: the "shaming" movement and the ideology behind it is also idiotic. What the fuck do we even mean? We assume we always have the higher moral ground? Stop this! Stop making fun of this person! You can't say that! That's offensive!! That doesn't align with our views, and our views are for the greater good, and so yours should be censored. Motherfuckers, free speech means you're gonna have to hear some offensive and idiotic shit. You don't have to like it, and you can argue against it, and if you're ready to actually think, you can probably win those arguments. But the fact that contingents within my generation are willing to give up part of this freedom just to block out words and views they don't like is absolutely incredible, and honestly terrifying. So you know what? Shame on you you shaming motherfuckers.

 

FULL SPEED AHEAD

 

While the intial debate of why anyone gives a flying fuck about what the sprawling clan of multi-last-named Kardashians are doing at any given time continues, a new development has surfaced. Kylie Jenner, in another move in her continual low key war to usurp Kim from the throne, has posed for a model shoot in a wheelchair. And not just any wheelchair: a GOLD wheelchair. See below for more details on the "able-bodied" star:





Look, I don't have a lot to say here, because I'm sorry if this made people who actually have to use wheelchairs feel shitty. That sucks, honestly. But my point in these kinds of posts is to point out the utter absurdity that our society is increasingly gravitating towards. Let's step back and think about these things as if we were looking in from the outside... Case in point, that some random 18 year old girl from a family famous for a sex tape, marrying a hip hop mogul, Olympic athletics 30 years ago, a shit ass TV show on a shit ass TV channel, and most recently a transgender father, is capable of making the news for sparking national outrage by sitting in a fucking wheelchair and having her picture taken. A GOLD wheelchair, sorry. You couldn't write more absurd shit in a fictional story. Fuck me if this what it's come to. 

 

LET'S TALK ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE SINCE IT'S ACTUALLY GONNA AFFECT OUR LIVES YEAH

 





            Pictured above is the latest debacle in this saga of tragic debate. The mayor of Roanoke has come under heavy fire for penning a letter explaining that his city would not accept Syrian refugees. Well, that’s not true. The mayor of Roanoke actually came under fire for his unfortunate choice of historical allusion, that being a seeming condoning of the imprisonment of Japanese Americans during World War II. Yes, an awful period of our country’s history and an awful choice of historical reference. But that’s all the attention I’m going to give the mayor’s gaffe here. Because it comes back to this – he is under fire for his gaffe much more so than he is for the actual purpose of penning the letter, and that purpose was to turn away all the Syrian refugees that had high hopes of settling in the prominent American boomtown that is Roanoke, Virginia. A joke. But this is no joking matter. Some legislators are up in arms over President Obama’s intentions to admit several thousand Syrian refugees to the country. By the day I see more Facebook posts on my newsfeed with links to joining groups lobbying legislators to turn away Syrian refugees. European politics are shifting to the right, toward an anti-immigration fervor to keep these refugees out. The people are speaking.

 


Terrifying! "By land?" Then it must be bad! 

 

 

            Now, I think it is very important when assessing a polarizing issue to examine both sides of the argument, even if one has already chosen a side. So I’ll acknowledge right now that I understand the concerns. Of course there is the economy. Americans are already desperately seeking jobs, the very reason so many are anti-immigration, this actually meaning anti-letting-Mexicans-in. There are of course the concerns of having to reactivate our melting pot, as we haven’t actually done so since the 1920s. It hasn’t been turned on in nearly a century and so it’s hard to say if it will work. The main reason, however, is the concern that by opening our doors to a flow of Syrians we will unwittingly allow in the radical terrorists that behead civilians and massacre the streets of Paris, the ones that haunt our worst nightmares in these times. This is understandable. It is a legitimate concern. This breed of extremists is not one that is willing to listen to an argument and negotiate terms of an uneasy agreement. They have a cause and that cause involves killing you and me. These are not people we want to open our doors to, to put it lightly. And how can we be sure that if the doors are open any screen will be effective enough to keep the bad ones out? What guarantee can we have? And the harsh answer to that, quite frankly, is none. There is no guarantee.

 

 

            This issue is supremely complex. There is nothing black and white about it; it is gray to the core. However, I’m not writing a book; this is, after all, just a blog post. But please don’t call it a blog. That’s beside the point; the point is I am not denying the legitimacy of the concerns over accepting Syrian refugees, but I am going to argue in favor of accepting them, and I am going to limit my argument to two overarching reasons.

 

 

            The first of these reasons is simple: morality. If you’ll allow me to remove my gloves of decency for a moment… “The Syrian Refugee Crisis.” That is the title of this historical event. Fuck that. Fuck a title. We’re removed from what it is, and it is this: millions of people are fleeing a country where they have to be legitimately concerned about having bombs dropped on their heads and their children shot to death in the streets at any time. Listen to that. It’s not an exaggeration to appeal to a reader’s emotions; it’s a fucking fact. The government is killing its people. The opposition to the government is killing its people. Several terrorist organizations are killing the people. The US-led coalition is dropping bombs that kill the people. Russia is dropping bombs that kill the people. Society is in shambles. I am not writing to choose a side in a war right now. My point is this: I think we on the other side of a big ocean often find it easy to dehumanize the people of Syria, and I don’t mean that from a haughty imagined “higher moral ground” perspective, I mean this: because they are from an area of the world very far away with a very different culture and history, they are not us. And if they are not us and our society and our culture, then they are different in some almost subconscious way; they don’t live like us and so they, quite simply, are just not of the same fabric.

 

 

       Let me say right now that this is absolute bullshit. Of course cultures and language vary, but across the world, as vastly different as we all are, we are much more the same. Syria was an advanced nation prior to the outbreak of civil war in 2011. People used social media. Young people went to University. Parents built careers and dreamed of nothing more than raising their children well. Young teenage couples went on dates at coffee shops and had seventeen-year-old sex at the girl’s house while her parents were at work and flipped a shit when her dad got home early and Timmy had to hold his breath while he hid in the closet before Sara’s dad finally got in the shower and she could slip him out the backdoor. Oh wait, sorry, I meant before Hedija could slip Adham out the backdoor. Do the fucking names change their humanity? This is the point that I am trying to make. These are people just like us who have had the horrible misfortune of having the country they live in go to absolute shit. That is all. They aren’t freeloaders or degenerates of some sort; they are average people who are fleeing thousands of miles to utter uncertainty because that uncertainty is better than the certainty of staying in their homes. Quite simply, they do not want to die, or live out their days in a horrific warzone – they want to be somewhere where they have a chance to live decently and aspire to their dreams.

     

 
                                                   This man left Syria for Jordan just because he thought he needed    

                                                   medical treatment for getting a little hit in the face by a rocket launcher.

                                                   Then in Jordan they threw him a casual, "You need heart sugery dawg."

                                                   WHAT REASON COULD THIS MAN HAVE FOR WANTING TO LIVE  

                                                   IN THE UNITED STATES?

 

        That is the first part of my argument. Yes, concerns about terrorists slipping in amongst them are legitimate, particularly in the context of worries around the most recent Paris attack. And yes, concerns about how our economy and institutions will deal with, quite simply, the numbers of people are legitimate. But how the fuck do these concerns outweigh the lives of literally millions of people? How does the fear of an attack one day maybe happening on our soil outweigh the immediate attacks that they face? And so the sad irony is that our horror of potentially allowing in a few terrorists amongst thousands and thousands of saved innocent lives is the very real everyday horror that these people have been facing and the exact reason they have left their country for ours. Yes, our concerns are legitimate, but they do not trump the basic human obligation to help our fellow human beings when we can. And make no qualms about it: we can.

 

 

     Now, part two. I understand that morals are subjective, so I offer something more practical if you will, something that will perhaps sound more controversial and stoke the general ire. I’d say sorry if I meant it but I don’t, so I won’t. I find this argument necessary to attempt to reach different mindsets. People don’t like to be marginalized and mistreated. That’s human nature. And if you marginalize and mistreat people for an extended period of time, they are not going to want to be your friends. They are probably not going to like you. Regardless of one’s stance on allowing refugees in, most people agree that Daesh is horrendous and is going to have to be done away with one way or another. Most people can agree that peace must come to Syria, one way or another, and that it would really be great if greater peace could come to more of the Middle East. I’m not going to discuss the feasibility or strategy of any of those issues here; the idea itself is the point in this case. So here is an over-generalization, but it contains truth: would you like to win millions and millions of hearts and minds across the Middle East, and even the globe, or would you rather further marginalize and isolate them, ultimately making them at best not your friends and at worst your enemies?

 


                             This famous scene was actually staged for a variety of strategic reasons not least of which

                             was to satiate the ever hungry American mass media, but hey! You get the idea! We won! 

 

 

     If you’ll humor me and put aside the strong feelings that that may have stirred up for just a few moments, I’ll continue: how often in history has mistreating a massive group of people paid off in the long run? How often in history has acting rashly out of fear paid off in the long run? I’m not talking morals now; I’m talking coolly calculated strategy. Taking the risk and opening our doors now will benefit us in the long run. Our enemies who say we are selfish and hypocritical will find a harder time legitimately making their arguments. Our allies who point their fingers at us for not doing enough will find a finger pointing back at them to do more. The American Dream will find a revitalized meaning amongst a new generation and disillusioned cultures across the world. This country will ultimately benefit from taking the risk now. So I present it in that light. Over-simplified statements in some cases? Of course. But it comes down to this for argument number two: it’s a simple cost-benefit analysis, and when one thinks beyond the immediate costs, the long-term benefits tip the scale dramatically. There are real risks and it’s not going to be easy to let thousands of refugees in, but our country will ultimately stand in a stronger and quite simply better position for doing it. 

 

 

      I’ll conclude by again acknowledging that this is a supremely complicated issue. My writing has employed generalizations and has certainly not taken on every facet of the thing. It is simply a collection of my thoughts, and I hope that by articulating them I may be able to in some slight way stir the minds and souls of my fellow Americans and people around the globe. We don’t all agree, but we all need to think, and to listen to each other’s differing opinions, and then act, in one way or another. Because no matter where you stand, there are millions of human beings living in terror and painful uncertainty as a result of this thing at this very moment. That’s a fact, and so sweet easy inaction is not okay no matter what the circumstances.

            

 

*images above sources: bbc for most of that shit and then al jazeera for the screen grab, also reuters for sum dank fotos. look at me being mature and citing my sources.

                   

                                                  


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