The thing about buying weed in oka is you really don’t know what you are getting. Today it really is a mystery. As in mysterious mix, $5 a gram. As I am poor or under employed. This holds some appeal. Stretching the dollar. No name chips and questionable weed, distractions have never been so affordable. […]
If writing is rewriting, I need to get faster at typing.
We’re chilling. I’m with beer. He’s with conversation. The best times are there.
Three cameras have a history Old school TV cameras. What the iPhone 11 Pro alludes to. BTV Cameras from history The iPhone 11 Pro camera And the final design from Jony Ive. The three camera setup on the iPhone 11 Pro. Photo credit I have a iPhone excess. Iphone XS cameras. Photo credit I’m now […]
The clouds indeed partied. A beautiful day at the camping.
I remembered I wasn’t a poet. Ot a writer. Or a has been. Then I remembered I was never was a something something. Then I remembered I’m not that person. Fuck the words. Fuck that. And then has no meaning. And then there was no more. I lied.
Once, when we were younger, and there were no words, we spoke freely and without resolve. Then time, and grievance found home in our hearts. Now silence seems appropriate when audiences grow louder. Oh time. Why’d you make me see you passing?
If you thought something more, well, it’s the camping.
Number 1 is expectations. This isn’t a polished review. This is incomplete thoughts. Posts that are unfinished. Rough drafts. Blurry photos. Unfinished pieces of music. Just a smattering of whatever, whenever. There will be an effort, someday, to sort this shit out. Give category, and reason for why each post should exist. Maybe identify some […]
But Margaret Atwood told me I should just write, in a YouTube video ad. Somehow cars became words. She said write, so I did. Ugggggggggggg. And the need to agonize over every phrase, and the need to have a conjunction, a pause, a break; something other than just words, and punctuation. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. Just stop. Words […]