Gal Talk

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.

april 28th: 12pm.

i'm writing this transcript in the dead of night, sipping on an herbal lemon tea i know, despite it's lack of caffeination, will get me too jazzed up before bedtime. outside my apartment i've just heard two friends parting ways (an obviously gay man and one of those women who has a very close relationship with gay men), and as a way of saying goodnight, they not only said they loved one another, but also sang a little song that i couldn't make out, but clearly it was some reference to their friendship from another time, presumably when they were younger and much happier.

when was the last time you were happy? was it when you were younger? if so, that's lame. there's nothing happy about being young. what you're experiencing is that your life now sucks, so you're looking for times when it didn't suck, and just by coincidence that was when you were younger, back whenever your mommy still made you lunches, or you hadn't yet realized the importance of washing your sheets every week. you still think your acne is caused by cheese.

bitch

dude, bro. i know it's no longer 420, that time has passed us by, just as all time passes us by, without warning, in a fast trickle of movements we can't explain, emotions we barely have the space to comprehend and properly categorize, but bro, dude, whenever it's 420 bro, whenever it's 420 i like to get so fucking high i can't stand up to go to the bathroom because it's like... what even is the bathroom? you know what i mean? it's just a room where you piss and shit? a poo poo room? that's gnarly bro. that's extra vivid gnarly ass shit bro. i wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy bro.

collective voice, what's the deal? i feel like, of all the voices you can have (and i'm including chinese) the collective one is probably the most effective. or maybe not. maybe collectively chattering about the things we want or need isn't working too good anymore. maybe we need a new voice. a deep sexy voice. we need a james earl jones style of voice. something dark and mystical. instead of all of us begging for a ceasefire, just imagine james earl jones asking israeal to stop doing genocide, using the darth vader voice, of course. even darth vader would look at the situation and be like, bro, maybe chill out? and that guy blows up planets!

we say we don't like colonization, but have we considered that actually it's actually good to kill thousands and millions of people? because i feel like that goes missing in the conversation. a lot of people will talk about colonialism being bad because of all the bad stuff it produced, but i'm here saying what if... but what if actually it's good to kill an entire nation of people? doesn't that sound like something you'd personally like to do and feel good about it? i'm talking emotionally, physically, wouldn't that be nice? forget all the woke police, all that censorship nonsense, and just focus on how you feel internally. can't we all agree that death and suffering are good things to give to people? i mean if we can't agree to that, what kind of country are we??