Boredom As A Business


There were lotsa pills for anxiety.

And pills for feeling blue.

There were pills for fear and omnipotence.

And pills to make you you.

How ’bout drinks to give yourself energy?

Or some drinks with happy inside?

You could drink to soften your stool.

Or get an ass two axe handles wide.

You might smoke to keep from hitting.

You probably gamble to remain unsane.

That small white ball can’t be hit enough

You might forget a stroke or two off your game.

Notice the quenching of thirst here.

See there’s a fire to control.

Understand you make these choices.

And choices require a toll.







When You Represent Yourself


You don’t look like anybody.

If anything, they look like you.

There is only one of you and

To that one you must be true.

You can think for yourself.

Make up your own damn mind.

You be the one who winds you up and

You do the big unwind.

Look at yourself as a blessing.

A word in a song unsung.

Purposely add yourself to the mix

Walk your walk then, pally, run!



You Can’t Be Yourself Until You Imagine Whom You Are


Save your imagination.

Not for a rainy day.

Save your imagination or

It will blow away.

Another breeze will take it.

Swirl it unto it’s own.

Soon your imagination

Will have completely blown

Off course.

You won’t be able to find it.

Hell, you won’t even look.

You won’t notice it missing

Or identify with the crook

Influencing your attention.

Engagement and desire.

Your invisible stage director

You automatically acquire

If you don’t imagine your imagination.






Forgiveness is a thing.

A thing some people sell.

They say cut some slack

To those whom lack

The need to treat you well.

Subservience is a thing.

A thing some people do.

They try it on and act it out and

They encourage you

To follow their lead

Even if their lead

Is really only following.

They’ll be quick to say if you don’t play you

Will be alone and wallowing

In hurt.

And you’ll deserve it ’cause

Authentic isn’t free.


The Dead South – In Hell I’ll Be In Good Company

Choose Your Chaos Or Your Chaos Will Chose You


You’ll not do it!

Organized you…

Point the direction of every shoe.

You’ll not do it!

It will drive you and

You’ll be forced to

Boil inside,

You will stew and

How else you gonna

Do it?

Organized you…

That place where the rubber meets the road?

Rubber placed by fast stops and fast goes?

But rubber not squealing.

Not chirping nor pealing


There’s rubber on the road as these things fly about and

You there, in the middle, waiting on traffic.

If a break comes, you’ll take it if

Only out of habit but

Dammit, look at that…

Been clipped again!

By an organization with lotsa room for dis.


Veritas Radio – Eddie Bravo – 1 of 2 – A Critical Thinker and His Truth-Seeking Journey


Get Good At Spotting Dem Tipping Points


Only an ass would say what you said.

Buddy, take five, are you losing your head?

You said it’s ah-ight if Fred’s dead in his bed.

Well he’s not, he’s right here and now old Fred sees red.

He’s pissed ’cause your pissed and if you weren’t then him too.

You burned him on, lit him up, now it’s a zoo.

Your attitude stinks and it ranks up the place

Disgust shines from both eyes and drips from your face.

No gambler would bet on you winning your race.

‘Cause you’re not about winning, you just want to displace



I Don’t Miss You That Much Five

Born into the wrong family

Can be a nasty thing.

You hate your name

Namesakes, too.

And everything else they bring.

You didn’t fit in.

Maybe still don’t.

Captain of the world Five,

Got your own haunt.


Don’t Think You Can Change Your Life? Why Don’t You Kill Yourself And See?


Wrist slitting isn’t necessary.

You won’t have to take no pills.

Don’t got to swallow that shotgun

We got the stuff that kills.

Don’t jam your head in a toilet.

No need to swing by a rope.

We got a little magical death

This shit works faster than dope.

Why don’t you worry about everything?

Anxiety it up to the roof.

Maybe you steam in a lineup.

Silently choking some goof.

Why don’t you fret about all of it?

Even the shit you can’t change.

You might seethe and curse this existence.

And constrict into heart attack range.

Hey why not grumble your way into deadness?

Piss off a person or two.

Get them puzzling about their own life

Maybe they’ll jump off with you…

But I sure hope.

You can cope.

If it’s nope…

There ain’t another life but this one.


Nathaniel Rateliff – Still Trying

“Still Trying”

When I wake up in the morning, I’m gonna tell
I was standing looking backwards in the outs
You said there’s room enough to cramping in the crowd
No movement here no friends to break us out
Stop breathing or we’ll just swim fast
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know a goddamn thing
In these moments I forget to tell myself
And if you’re rolling in it long enough, your shit won’t even smell
Is there no one I can trust to point it out
Well I can hardly be right here, I was spitting on myself
When I wake up in the morning I’m gonna tell
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know a goddamn thingThis wound is gonna cancel me out [x4]

Ooh ooh I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know a goddamn thing


Mama Fibs A Lot About The Ghostie Guys

She said be good now Barry ’cause Santa’s watching.

I didn’t touch myself that night.

Just the thought of me ‘n Santa alone in the bathroom

Shit didn’t feel quite right.

But mama said shit was real, so it was.

How was I, a kid, to know?

When mama said this or that was true

I always agreed fo sho!

She said the tooth fairy was reaching under my pillow.

While me ‘n Santa was asleep at night.

Mama said the fairy would only leave loot

If I was a good boy, right?

Now two spooks were watching me always.

One looking close at my mouth.

Took a bit to adjust to my watchers

Haulin’ Santa and Tooth Fairy about.

Mama told me one day when I asked her.

If Santa and Tooth Fairy were real.

She said Barry, they’re not but this here is the truth,

Our lord God is the real deal!

Oh great, another guy who’s invisible.

Just hangin’ on my bathroom break.

I wondered how many ghosties are out there.

And how many spooks does it take, mama?


Muddy Magnolias – Devil’s Teeth





Sonofabitch! The Brutal Truth!

You are a body rider only

Like a well trained horse, you control your body to a certain extent, and that body allows you to ride it. Cry about it’s size or weight, your body doesn’t care. Sonofabitch will shit your pants and cramp you not to mention projectile vomit. Even caring people that treat their bodies with the utmost love and respect will be attacked and killed. Some horribly slowly. Why? Nobody knows so watch it.

Everything you know is a wrong

So this is the end of all learning? Everything is figured out? The earth was round then flat then round now flat. The table of elements started with one element. Red was red. Too fast was forty miles per hour. The Beverley Hillbillys were funny at the same time Nixon wasn’t a crook. JFK had an aneurysm and it was Oswald with maybe Ruby. Winning the lottery is a good thing and you’ll be different on vacation. Ya.

Hard gets easy

Use your body the way it uses you. Repetition direction. Talking is hard. Walking is hard. Staying calm is hard but through bitten tongue and unshat shit, hard gets easy.

Busy kids are easy money

Fuck attention deficit disorder. Our amusement park directors have so many games on the go that almost no one can walk through the playground without tossing a dart or two. Life is filled with games presented by ‘leaders’ of all sorts. Check the admission price against what you can win before stepping up to the thousand home bases.


Doing the wrong thing three times sucks but not doing anything wrong sucks a lot more. If you are not making mistakes there is nothing new that can come to you. Learn to quickly lick your wounds, avoid self flagellation and figure out how wrong came to visit before onward marching soldier.

Understanding emotional bank accounts

Jesus I wish I had something smart to write here. I know emotional bank accounts exist and I know they can be overdrawn and contain deposits but… I’ve made deposits and found a zero balance and I’ve found an overdraft where I didn’t know I had an account so – My money is on the belief that emotional bank accounts exist but if the bank is wonky, your balance might be outa whack no matter what you do.

Shit doesn’t usually work the first time

If every improvement worked, people would be improving so much that our heads would be on bearings. This dimension contains a certain amount of fuckupery and like sand, it gets in everything. Your first one should be your worst one.

Wake Up The Dead – Reed Foehl

Your imagination is filthy

Ever had plugged sinuses? Sonofabitch can throttle you! You won’t sleep. Breathing will be thy food and tissues thy favored and necessary friend. Imaginations are the same. They plug up with bullshite we’ve been fed by well meaning government paid teachers, well meaning government paid bureaucrats, well meaning government paid politicians and well meaning government paid henchmen. Not to mention well meaning corporate types. As soon as one determines that they have heard but one slice of the people pie, that person can then begin the journey of scoping out the crust, the pan, the oven, oven timer, uh oven mitts and… you get the picture.

Mama and dada don’t always tell the ‘trute’

Santa, the easter bunny and captain kangaroo are fake. Countries are an invention. Time is an invention. Color names, invented. A pizza is loaf of bread with tomato sauce and cheese for twenty bucks. Businesses collude or gas stations are good at guessing competitor prices. Cops stretch the truth. Criminals wear suits. Prison is college for criminals. More taxes equals higher debt. The inflation rate is 300% more than we are told. Accreditation is worthless. It’ll take them 30 years to get to your street. You don’t own your home. Your family has been fractionalized without your input. Airports and cow corrals are the same.

It all comes down to money

Man, how I wish this weren’t true. Borrow money from anyone and don’t pay them back and see it your are still friends. Even parents will leave their children for the wolves if the little beggars pawn too much shite. God wants your moola. Governments want your currency. Groceries will be traded for cashola. You are worth so much and that’s it. Figure out what that number is as quickly as possible and then spend every waking moment trying to improve your monetary and synergistic value on account of nobody gives two shits about you personally. Dig it.

Notice your suspension of disbelief

Shit needs to be pondered. Considered. Reflected upon. But no one does. They meme their way through life without ever contemplating that they might be absolutely mistaken about reality. There might be no god. Sports might be rigged. Politics might be a sport. Ford might not make the best truck and solar might not be free. Mind control is a fact but the interesting part of that fact is whom is doing the mind controlling and whom is being controlled. If you’ve laughed at a television show or cursed some stupid bastard in traffic, you know what I mean. Find out who is running your mouth then get with that person and physician, heal thyself!

Hold back nothing

There might be multiple lives but so far, the jury is still out on this existence being but one of many flashes in the pan called life. My advice, after 60 years of holding back, is to not do what I have done. I waited. I hesitated. I followed others. Did as I was told. I was a good runner up and a great guy to lean on. And unhappy as shit. Only when I activated myself by learning about self actualization and it’s inner workings did I actually begin to realize my potential. That was ten years ago and I’m still a long way from topping out so for god’s sake, cut yourself loose and let the banners fly!

Why do people use guilt as a motivator?

Because it works! Guilt is responsible for twisting more guts into knots, for getting more dogs kicked and for selling more cards and flowers than any other factor. See guilt. Taste guilt. Avoid guilt by noticing it and letting it pass you by. There ain’t any medals for dying early from stress so shield the hell up against guilt!

If you do your job right, no one with think about you

Anyone who builds anything should know this. People don’t care much about who made their stuff unless it ain’t made right!

Synchronicity is a real thing

Co-incidence happens way too often to be chance. Something else is going on here. Ima ad more to this.

more coming more coming

Everlast – What It’s Like




The Clever Ones Needed An Infinite Fence

He said, you will be into sports.

Or religion. Or booze. Or trucks.

Maybe you’ll be into gambling.

Your life will be based on luck.

You will be hooked on fashion.

On speed and controlling the climate.

Yes, you’ll be loving that travel.

And power even if you’re buyin’ it.

You could be snagged by an address.

And a certain make of car.

No matter what it is that grabs you,

It won’t let you get too far.


The Path Will Beat You Back


Said, kids, don’t follow my footsteps.

I bin walkin’ backwards for some time.

Was losing myself, or so I thought.

‘Til I came upon my own back-side.

So loop if you want to follow but

Lean to the right a bit.

‘Cause your circle of concern will widen

Only if you hit the ditch.


A Reactor With Your Name On It


Don’t you dare mention Fukushima.

Fukushima… Fukushima!

Shut your trap about Fukushima!

Radiation. Cancer Clinics.

Say it’s the flu.

Say it’s a cold.

Put that Fukushima shit on hold!



Japan Already Nuked North Korea Just Ask Toshiba

Captain Fear Was In The Lock Biz


Lawyers, we need ’em.

Don’t you fret.

And when sumbitch won’t pay his bet then

Get one on the horn and

In a minute or two,

That damn lawyer will sue for you.

He’ll roast ’em on a spit and

The beggar won’t quit until

You go an call the dawgs off.

But for what dang reason would ya?


Take Your Seat In The Collective Unconscious


Little one misses her papa.

Mama misses papa, too.

Papa’s at work in a job he hates but

What’s a poor papa to do?

Papa works hard for his family.

Even though he stays away.

The very damn thing that papa wants

Keeps him distant from it every day.

Little one loves her papa.

Emulates him best she can.

And wherever papa runs out of life

Little one is also ran.

Livin’ papa like a fan.

Givin’ just a little damn.

Also hurtin’ also ran…



There’s A Sin-chronicity and Synchronicity


You call it what you will.

It is happening still.

You can’t avoid it.

Can’t destroy it.

Should enjoy it but

Sadly, you avert your eyes.


Let The Bastards Say No!


Jesus, he jumped this fence before…

Do they never stop cutting up land?!

Cause he jumped and jumped and jumped some more.

Jumped when he coulda made a stand.

But why run then? you might ask.

He’d say, they’re chasing is why.

So he ran and jumped and ran and jumped.

Same as any average guy.

Are the fences getting higher?

Or are my legs getting shorter?

He’d ask when the barbs bit his arse.

Fellow jumpers ignored him with

Their not yet scrapes

That they couldn’t get outa, of course.



You Got Your Higher Ups


It was tippy-toe time…

Baby does what momma wants.

Momma does what daddy wants.

Daddy hates his new soop, John.

John can’t stand vice president Ron.

Ron would love to strangle his mother-in-law Dawn.

Dawn knows Ron hates her but how she fake fawns!

Ron’s wife was her sister whom she knows belongs

In a loony bin.

Along with Ron.



When You’re Too Much For Just One Person


You must come to your senses.

They will not come to you!

You must look and look again and look again.

And look again.

And look again real hard while praying…

Praying real hard you find ’em!



Whom Is The Primer Of Your Pumpy Pump Pump?


How do you know when you’ve fallen asleep?

Do you pinch yourself from the inside deep?

Will you let that dawg lethargy creep

And gum up your works until

Dumb is sweet or

Is there a bull to grab by the horns?

Ya got some band-aids for these bloody thorns?

How’s another look besides so forlorn?

Do it friend, it’s your turn.





If Fear Catches Me


He didn’t want to be

But he was, alone.

Even his third man factor had gone.

The wind bit his face.

Dawgs on his arse.

Getting was good but the good was sparse.

Damning the torpedoes.

Ziggin’ on the zag.

Climbin’ out the box when it isn’t his bag.


If You Come Late To The Game It’s Still A Game


Sports for your entertainment.

A language for your entertainment.

A promise for your entrainment.

They yell Hey Asshole! (don’t turn around)

They ignite hassle. (you’re mortgage bound)

Do as directed. (don’t fool around)

Make your mind theirs (or you will be ground)

Into dust.

You’ll be busted.

A person not trusted.

They will have all now said

You’re crazy and lazy and possibly worse…

You are a believer in stupid flat earth.


God Is Watching You. Man’s In Space And If You Lie Big There’s No Disgrace!


He said Ya, right there, I feel something too!

What it is and what it do?

He wondered if others felt this too?

Then a name came to him…

Call it Voodoo.

Or maybe call it love.

Or home sickness.

Maybe name the land and

Let the citizens bless

The ground they walk on.




Satan! You’ll Take What I Give You!


Lucifer don’t bounce no checks.

Got a million accounts who will.

And Beelzebub will spill your guts

Guts spilled in cringe-worthy swill.

Ah guilt! You feel THAT!?

Anxiety too?!

Oh man, Old Slew foot, he love you!


It’s Just A Step To The Left


There’s a cycle and you are in it.

Lunar, circadian.

You might be Canadian.

Ultra, ultradian.

There you go, you say it again!

Quick now, stick to your march!

Make your way through Human Dead Arch.

Remember though, as you go,

Whether it be fast or slow,

You’re cycling through the moment… whoa!


Unproductive Extrapolation


Let’s say your world falls apart.

A couple of times a year.

Would you hang your hat from the highest tree?

Or would you quietly disappear?

If you lived through one fall

Could you build on that?

Could you find a higher tree to

Hang your hat?

Or would you say

I’ve had it!

And that is that…



Mamma Lied To Me An I Lied To Mamma But The Guvment Lied To Boat Of Us

There’s only one way outa

This wet paper bag and

It ain’t a going through the top.

You better like slivers and

You better like cuts because

Paper’s bringing that and bringing lots.

Your mind is being made up.

Who make up your mind?

That’s the paper bag’s weak spot.



SpaceX Lands Rockets & Elon Musk is a Genius

If You’ve Never Been To Heaven, Can You Tell Us What It’s Like?

He smoked marijuana.

A lot of it.

He and marijuana were a damn good fit.

He could talk about it.

Tell about it.

See it for all it’s worth.

But the folks who made marijuana laws

Made marijuana hurt.


Some Folks Get God And Other Folks, They Get Cancer.


Life is a pantry.

Filled or not filled.

It’s shelves can be loaded

Or everything spilled on

The floor and the door

The damn door will not open!

And it’s you on the inside

Hearing words not yet spoken

Why would you?

It’s useless…

Your pantry door’s broken.


When You Go Into The Woulds Today


Mother Nature is a killer.

Via leopard and cliff.

It ain’t a matter of when or how

And it ain’t a matter of if.

You’re going if you came.

With only yourself to blame cause

Not coming is the game.