The Other Other Side

I saw the original post generating a bit of talk, and I haven't written many lighter posts lately, so I figured I'd add what I had to say.

Hub group, werner, Schneider STG logistics Watching the blood of capitalism flow Screaming across the rails There is art, too Graffiti, much of which I cannot make out Someone's choice to take tools offered to them by this system and deface its veins To u…

I Got myself A little notebook To tell the difference Between ideas of my own And the ones pushed inside me I Got myself An easy drug Works nice and quick Just like the old days I forget my body and soul I Got myself A golden flower Sweet rebel in stone C…

And then, Suddenly, Welcome to the world There are four telephone poles that stand out As the sun sets Giants from the mountains, holding up The frail and fragile world we trust with our souls God save us God save us God save us all The wind keeps up An A…

Welp, I just impulse deleted my Tumblr.

Then, that closing loneliness That swallows all, closes in The type of loneliness that cannot be talked about Beneath words, only heard By moaning, and wailing In the place that no one goes A simple life, sleep Or first water, then sleep Live again tomorr…

you should let figgy play toy

I was on the Internet Archive, looking for the archives of Mother Earth Bulletin by Emma Goldman, an early American anarchist.

...IF IT KILLS ME!

This is what I remember, now: I had a brother named Cody.