Old Devil Fine Wares

Rain and cold kills as surely as desert heat.

What's left of us, after we've compromised everything about ourselves which comprised the foundation of our ingrained sense of morality? If we aren't that person, what are we?

You are suddenly feeling that time is running out, and your wasting what little time you have left.

Preparing for the ordeal.

Consume.

Another morning finds me cleaning the paint off my mural and out of my garden beds. It's enough to make you feel persecuted. But it's important to contextualize the moderate annoyance of a maniac stalking my property and harassing me within the larger cultural context in which Zionists stalk the lands of an entire people, committing atrocities which I couldn't even imagine if they weren't being beamed into my phone. Zionism finds its greatest expression in violence and hate. And so we must proceed in peace and love. Save Gaza. Save the West Bank. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

Spend time relaxing with friends. Let your guard down. Be in the moment.

Order groceries. Meal plan. Do the dishes. Put a pencil in your nose and run as fast as you can into a wall.

Once again, someone has attempted to vandalize our mural. Once again, they have only succeeded in spilling paint on their shoes. How these people manage to get out of the house and promote their favorite gene_no_side without fatally slipping on a banana peel is miraculous. Thoughts and prayers to the haters and the losers.

Peaceful pot.

There has been a Prius crashed into my neighbor's fence for 2 days. It's wrapped up in police tape, like they're trying to keep it from getting away. We're having a hoot out here.

There wasn't really any good reason for optimism anyway.