I don’t know what it is about me, that I know nothing.

I lack a thrive in momentum of joy, love, and wonder.

Its tunnel vision, a blur until the next free ride of contention.

“Pity the nation whose people are sheep,

and whose shepherds mislead them.

Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,

and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.

Pity the nation that raises not its voice,

except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero

and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.

Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own

and no other culture but its own.

Pity the nation whose breath is money

and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.

Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode

and their freedoms to be washed away.

My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.”

Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Sitting barside of lady east

She talks about no worry

“I don’t give a fuck what car he drives!”

I shake my head in agreement

“I know nothing but 4 wheels.”

Hey lovely chirp

I have another contempt moment

Resting easy clear mind

I owe you “sneakily”

As my dear canadian brother shouts

We’re having a rip

I seem joyous on occasion

Because I simply feel glad

Glad for others

In the moment in time I forget

Who I am

The tests were fine

Mama’s cancer didn’t come back

But they’re more worried about the mad child in the guest room

“I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.”

Sleepy

Sleepy growler

Remember when I made this in 2011 and people used it and asked me random stuff? Its been a minute.