remember the 90's? no, me neither. fuck you if you remember the 90's, too, because i bet that shit was cool. you know how lame it was to grow up after the 90's? in the fucking early aughts? embarrassing. no one knew who they were or what they believed in. conviction was on a slow and gentle decline in all aspects of life. the color schemes we thought were appropriate... i mean goddamn. if i had a time machine i wouldn't even stop hitler, i would just go back and kill everyone in 2002, so we could start over, start again, and rebuild a society with the same pinash and reckless abandon of the stupid 90's

at this point, i mean come on, bro. just let the man die. he doesn't know how to do sentences anymore! you remember sentences? you remember learning how to translate the thoughts in your head into complete verbal structures? that's gone, for him. he doesn't have it. god took it from him. and this is the same man enabling a genocide... i mean jesus christ, even i feel bad for him. this is elder abuse, plain and simple. he's a walking corpse, barely able to differentiate real life from the underworld. maybe we are in hell. maybe joe brandon simply sees a reality we have yet to comprehend, like how babies can sometimes see angels.

who's your favorite guy? and why? because my favorite guy has got to be the lord and savior. that's just a fun little quirk about me, is that despite all the other guys available for choosing, i still always go for the lord and savior. because it is very cool, historically speaking, that his name, given or chosen, was jesus christ, and at the time that was just like... some guy's name. you know? two thousand years later, that's the most famous name in the world, but back then, he might as well have been named clark. clark christ: the hero that gotham deserves (or whatever).

let's imagine you have a son, and he's smoking crack, he's listening to fleet foxes... isn't there a part of you that says "I wish I could have done that, when i was so young and so free, at fifty four years old"

look, we all love to make boom-boom out of our stick holes... but have you considered, rather than, instead of - we take all that pent up energy and overthrow the government? like, if we hold those bad boys in for a couple weeks, maybe forgo sex as an option at all, then maybe we'd finally find a prime directive. has anyone seen Chi-Raq? because i haven't, but i do know what happens in the movie, and i think maybe we could learn a thing or two from black women. everyone hold your nuts, and let's get this country back in working order.

yay, woohoo, everything is okay, i'm not stuck in a perpetual cycle of cynical thoughts perpetrating my everyday experience, thus ruining any opportunity to connect with a higher power, even if that higher power ultimately ends up being the sun or a gentle breeze on a cool day, or the sensation of kissing someone, or the breath of a loved one being snuffed out during the final moments on earth as the big waves start crashing against our windowpanes, as we hold one another tight and pray to nothing, pray as an act to fulfill the coming silence with a lost angelic sound.... what we were talking about again? oh, right. the president got in trouble, finally. pretty cool, huh?

y'all ever get fucked in your ass wearing one of them doggo costumes? with the floppy ears? just getting dicked down by a man wearing one of them badger outfits while both of you climax to that there chinese cartoons, whacthu call them? anime? the one where it's like you can't be telling if the girl is a child or not? i hear y'all are real into that stuff, like when a dragon sucks a little boys penis, but there's samari stuff? there's a whole plot. that's what y'all tell me when i make my opinions known. it's actually really good storytelling, just cause it's cartoons don't mean it's not good storytelling. it's for adults because it's good stories, is what you guys be telling me.

sorry this one was uploaded a little late today, i was up late last night rewatching Twin Peaks, because... you know... i don't need to tell you how bad it is outside. it's much better to stay indoors and rewatch Twin Peaks. just go ahead and forgo the idea of community, protest, enacting social changes, just go ahead and flip that Twin Peaks rewatch on full blast. not even for nostalgia purposes, or because you don't remember the events of the show. it's the only good television that does exactly what television was meant to do, before we all lost our way with the hamburgers and french fries, the frozen yogurt and the miniature candies.

oh also, congratulations guys, not only is it 90 degrees in fucking May, but despite our very best efforts they started the invasion into Rafah. so... kudos all around.

i'm trying to think back... does anyone... can anyone name a specific thing that obama did? i know that stuff happened, i remember those eight years, and i'm not trying to say it was insignificant, but can you personally name a specific thing that was different or that happened? we killed bin laden, i guess. single payer healthcare, i guess. he pretended that flint's water was fine? ferguson? it all feels like a dream i had when i was a kid, and then i woke up as an adult and it's always been trump. he's been the president for one thousand years, i think. even now, if you asked me today who the president was, there's a part of me that still answers trump. biden? biden who? you mean the guy from that dream i had about the first black president?

i'm not a religious man. i prefer to think of myself as a simple country boy incapable of connecting to anything larger than himself, and the thing he's presented with in the mirror, because ultimately his only sentiment in life is that which pursues the pleasure of his immediate necessities.

"who needs money and power? you can't take it with you!"that's what they always tell us. i assume they're trying to get across the idea that consumerism is bad, and the pursuit of wordly possessions is meaningless. which, i mean, overall i agree with that, but it's weird because it's not like you get to take your lovers and personal accomplishments with you either. it's death we're talking about, here. when you die the whole thing goes out the window. all your shelves and ottomans, but also all your sisters and friends. the whole thing is gone, you take none of it with you.

what's the lesson here? i don't know, maybe it's time to accept jesus into your heart, OR, maybe it's time to start burning things down.

tbd.