Westgate never ceases to amaze.
There’s a 50 yr old woman knitting on the bus with a content look on her face, her eyes down, barely open like a blind person.
I often spend over $10 a day on burritos.
Breakfast and lunch.
I order carnitas when I feel minorly suicidal because afterwards I feel minorly like I’m dying.
I’m getting off the bus now.
I just picked up Franklyn from the vet. He was just fixed. I’m cuddling with him and looking at my phone. Poor guy!
The idea of meaning is a vague consensus.
We agree this word means X in Y situation.
People talk and I think, “what is all this talk about? What do these words even mean?”
Small talk and thought, but that’s my perception.
People bicker about the meaning of this word or movement.
What is God? What is art? What is X?
If a person’s X doesn’t adversely affect you, what does it matter, if you disagree?
Some come with rhetoric, a sophistic argument, anyone can make.
These words mean nothing to me.
A teen walked out of his suburban tract home, into a dry field and up and over a small hill into a small valley like canyon with oaks along a dry creek. Trailer homes were along the creek and he walked a dirt road towards an old mine. He had been looking at the Internet, depressed, in his air-conditioned room. It was late afternoon. At the beginning of the hill by a manzanita bush he climbed a soft grade to the entrance of the mine, a 4-by-4 opening, supported by wood, the opening blocked by brush and pried back wood. He turned around and sat down on the loose red dirt. He pulled out a bag of weed and a pipe and smoked, looking at the slants of light hit the trees and the tall dry grass and shaded oaks. A monster came out of the mine looking like a mountain lion. It was on his back and his claws were on his neck.
A kid who lived in one of the trailers found the body an hour later, right at dusk.
A forest ranger tracked a wounded mountain lion that weighed 150 lbs. down the dry creek, and shot the cat.
A local newspaper ran a story reading: “Pot and Mountain Lion kill teen.”
Fred Gall - needs no intro
Are not a brand
You are a human
Fuck your brand
URL to IRL don’t match
Followers following in a niche insular circle of commenting on the same shit
Read a book for fuck sake
Write in a journal
Fuck your brand
Fuck social media
You are human