Lover of beats,
Don't miss out on this one. Dead Doldrums is a dense, trippy, energetic, hypnotic loop I did a couple of years ago. I thought I might do something else to it, arrange it further, but whatever.
It started with a random sample I took from some of the Couth sessions a few years back which contained handclaps and some guests talking in the background. We were messing around after practice. The recorder was still running. One section stood out as I was listening afterwards. I added some other elements and then the program I recorded it on went south. For good.
I called it Dead Doldrums 'cause I thought it sounded like the opposite of boredom. Whoo HAAA!!!
Enjoy.
Love,
Jason
Friday, October 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Medium Parnell's Bummy Penta EP. From 2007.
Now playing at reallynicerecordings.blogspot.com...
Completed in 2007, this EP was available exclusively through an old RNR site and Last.fm, where you can still find it.
Click on any song below to download it individually...
For Ideal, Live Towards Improvement, Pissing In The Casket, Will Be, Have Been and Dying Every Moment.
Here's the lyrics in my preferred order...
Will Be, Have Been
Looked away. Tried to pretend that I never knew, but that was doomed to fail. Saw with the eyes of the builders. Saw the piper paid. A thing which is pending. A tragedy certain. I want you to know. Great pain is here at the door. Let it in early. It's only the sting of correction. The mass is growing. Snowballing sorrow as terror ticks on. Stripping the clear coat. Raw and rusty is the plate fate is served on. The course is automatic... when you have no luxuries to enjoy in their world. When you have no possessions to claim in a poisoned world. When you have no rights or privileges in a conquered world. When it's obviously silly to pursue happiness in some hellish world. And some of us will be... Dancing around like we're nuts. Doin' our thing. Doin' our thing... We're going to die anyway. Might as well strike the root and be done with the coping games. What will be left if we wait for system failure to happen on its own? It'll ruin so much between now and then. I cannot comply. Meet me at the door. Murder me cold. This is the best fight I've had since I was a child. Good reason and honest path is subject to thresholds of personal comfort. That's motherfuckin' bullshit. Motherfuckin' bullshit. Motherfuckin' bullshit. Excited to be free of my flesh, blood and bones to explore more of the wide riddle. Your senses are paltry pinhole previews of the gorgeous riddle. Your manicured mirage is moot next to the ultimate riddle. You fashion fragile facades to blind yourself to the essential riddle. But some of us have been... Stripping ourselves of hard forms. Doin' our thing. Doin' our thing....
Dying Every Moment
Picked locks. Homemade socks and soap. Rope from the local grasses. True living. Monkeywrenching. Roving and seizing. Minus the dominance. Cooperative prominence. Fade for the family. Slim survivor at the lakeshore with a bow and a hubcap. Crap catchin' boots when the energy declines. Dismembered cops and gasoline lines. Bazookas in your neighborhood. Feel the insurgence. The new mode is aware of its own emergence. I lose my phone often and don't mind it much. You know, I never enjoy hearing it ring. Tethering to those at a distance is more than I can bear. Too much for nothing. Let's exchange. Give me incentive. I'm trying to hold myself together for the dependents. Fuck a camera. Gimme a stone tool, a good gene pool, twelve of good heart, a nice climate & I'll be cool!!! Thriving on the rubble!!! Call it a "post-collapse" bubble!!! We didn't hack your network for nothing!!! Proselytize. Permeate. Strip down. Strata delineated. Infuriated? Why pacify? Make it boil. Overdone apple pie. Burnt out & nasty. Putrefied dream. Exposed swindle & wicked, greedy scheme. We brought hard sticks. And sharp glass. Destroyed names. Kicked some fuckin' ass. Now you know what's up. Recognize the small. We set up camp in a decimated mini mall. Grew psilocybin and damn good marijuana. Came to consensus on purpose. And thumbed our noses. At the old skulls. Chattering crispy hulls. Flattering wispy dulls. That was the old way for sure, but the law of entropy eventually pulls.
For Ideal
We all do our jobs. All participate in the fabricated folly. Wind against air. Waves against water. All quiet eventually. Busy in the meantime. Until death relieves us. Until death relieves us. I'll start joking around more. Bottom line was a knee slapper. Ready to kill for ideal. Ready to die for your children. I've always envied animals. Well enough alone and the web ain't needed. I'm nowhere near that free. Tangled in unnecessary complexity. I imagine a straw bale room. Spartan with a pillow, hot bread, tea and candles. Convenience is untrue. Convenience is untrue. I've been happy alone more. Hungry ghost was our true father. Ready to kill for ideal. Ready to die for your children. Peacefully into battle. I am not picky. Any fate will suit me fine. Bring your nastiest weapons. Loose them on the weaker ones. Swallow for appetite's sake. Strength greater than greed we have. Ulcer for the heavy hand. Ulcer for the heavy hand. I can't hold this smile anymore. Happy time was a kind gesture. Ready to kill for ideal. Ready to die for your children. Get pissy and wreck the whole assembly. Turn it on it's head. Run it through with a long sword. Deride your elders. Effigies and defaced grave sites. Hunger and laughter both hurt the belly.
Pissing In The Casket
How hard is it to look forward and plan better? Our accounts tell all with silken language. Use the wealth. Plain and rough remedy soothing my shoulders. Standards make me anxious. They're all blind machines. Better ever sharpens as we add to the pool of human experience. Note the findings. Nothing spoken or written. Just available. Nothing spoken or written. Just available. Get in tune with the moon. Thirteen is the natural pulse. Stirring a state. Stirring a state until it dissolves. It's not actually a real thing. Pope Gregory killed the rhythm. Edward Bernays got your tongue. Taste. Better ever sharpens as we add to the pool of human experience. Note the findings. Nothing chewed or sipped. Just saving it. Nothing chewed or sipped. Just saving it. I am the monster that frightened me. I calm him and manage his edges. In keeping with paradise sequence. Want the plan to come together. Feeling too impatient to let natural consequences happen. Hungry for crumble. Better ever sharpens as we add to the pool of human experience. Note the findings. Nothing burning or bleeding. Just pulling my hair. Nothing burning or bleeding. Just pulling my hair. We won't miss you. Thanks for the harsh lessons. You did us a service and we need you no longer. On with an improved show. No romance in cancerous dances. We won't miss you. Thanks for the harsh lessons. You did us a service and we need you no longer. On with an improved show. No romance in cancerous dances. Let's go crazy. Let's get nuts & bolts. We've tried the selfish plan. Potemkins are crashing. Help 'em on the way down. Hold your head in all the wind. Have some indecency. To hell with the standards. Smack until you get it. Black inertia giveth. Darkness within darkness. Indeed a gateway. Dark in the womb. Dark in the tomb. Debate the merits of eyesight. Think of what one needs in life. Fat and entertained. Unwitting customer. James Olds' mouse. Mouse button pleasure. Pleasure at a cost. Penalty-per-view. Equal footing lost. Bruised until blue. Slip never again. Power is masochistic. Folds back to blast you. You rot like the lowest form. Poor ideas of eternal life. Rich illusion seduces prey. Future generations inherit the wake of our greed today.
Live Towards Improvement
Live towards improvement. Plant more gardens. Raise better babies. Unplug. Develop good occasions. Eat more dinners together. Enjoy actual human company. Engage each other deeply. Play music and sing together. Downsize. Simplify. Show appropriate aggression when called for. Show appropriate tolerance when called for. Nurture the beneficial. Do the change talked about. Use your skills to get us to a better place. Use the skills that you have and learn more. Meditate. Burst into action. Dance like a fool. Inform. Get primitive. Examine and manage fears. Consume less. Create and shape. Adore the basics. Share. Give gifts. Give and give and give. Understand that if everyone gives that there can be no lack. Let the happiness you bring to another person make you happy. Understand your sharing. Build and build and build. Be responsible for yourself and the ones you care about. Be local. Be satisfied with being. Know that enough is really enough. Talk with an understanding of the power of words and the infrequency with which they are genuinely needed. Understand the body. Care for your body. Care for another body. Understand the living things. Respectfully approach the living things. Understand that respecting living things is ultimately respecting yourself. Respect the planet, which is a living thing. Immerse yourself in the unturned environment and be moved to tears. End your denial. Refuse the bread and circuses. Cease to ignore the slaughter. Expose the ugliness. Manifest the beauty. Understand that your defeatist, postmodern, lazy, spoiled attitudes towards your recognized everyday hypocrisy are bloody malice, weakly removed by the transparent degrees of scapegoat agency, and are not fucking cute. Love loving to love. Resign your face from the bad race. Remember that all affects all. Play amazing ball.
Completed in 2007, this EP was available exclusively through an old RNR site and Last.fm, where you can still find it.Click on any song below to download it individually...
For Ideal, Live Towards Improvement, Pissing In The Casket, Will Be, Have Been and Dying Every Moment.
Here's the lyrics in my preferred order...
Looked away. Tried to pretend that I never knew, but that was doomed to fail. Saw with the eyes of the builders. Saw the piper paid. A thing which is pending. A tragedy certain. I want you to know. Great pain is here at the door. Let it in early. It's only the sting of correction. The mass is growing. Snowballing sorrow as terror ticks on. Stripping the clear coat. Raw and rusty is the plate fate is served on. The course is automatic... when you have no luxuries to enjoy in their world. When you have no possessions to claim in a poisoned world. When you have no rights or privileges in a conquered world. When it's obviously silly to pursue happiness in some hellish world. And some of us will be... Dancing around like we're nuts. Doin' our thing. Doin' our thing... We're going to die anyway. Might as well strike the root and be done with the coping games. What will be left if we wait for system failure to happen on its own? It'll ruin so much between now and then. I cannot comply. Meet me at the door. Murder me cold. This is the best fight I've had since I was a child. Good reason and honest path is subject to thresholds of personal comfort. That's motherfuckin' bullshit. Motherfuckin' bullshit. Motherfuckin' bullshit. Excited to be free of my flesh, blood and bones to explore more of the wide riddle. Your senses are paltry pinhole previews of the gorgeous riddle. Your manicured mirage is moot next to the ultimate riddle. You fashion fragile facades to blind yourself to the essential riddle. But some of us have been... Stripping ourselves of hard forms. Doin' our thing. Doin' our thing....
Dying Every Moment
Picked locks. Homemade socks and soap. Rope from the local grasses. True living. Monkeywrenching. Roving and seizing. Minus the dominance. Cooperative prominence. Fade for the family. Slim survivor at the lakeshore with a bow and a hubcap. Crap catchin' boots when the energy declines. Dismembered cops and gasoline lines. Bazookas in your neighborhood. Feel the insurgence. The new mode is aware of its own emergence. I lose my phone often and don't mind it much. You know, I never enjoy hearing it ring. Tethering to those at a distance is more than I can bear. Too much for nothing. Let's exchange. Give me incentive. I'm trying to hold myself together for the dependents. Fuck a camera. Gimme a stone tool, a good gene pool, twelve of good heart, a nice climate & I'll be cool!!! Thriving on the rubble!!! Call it a "post-collapse" bubble!!! We didn't hack your network for nothing!!! Proselytize. Permeate. Strip down. Strata delineated. Infuriated? Why pacify? Make it boil. Overdone apple pie. Burnt out & nasty. Putrefied dream. Exposed swindle & wicked, greedy scheme. We brought hard sticks. And sharp glass. Destroyed names. Kicked some fuckin' ass. Now you know what's up. Recognize the small. We set up camp in a decimated mini mall. Grew psilocybin and damn good marijuana. Came to consensus on purpose. And thumbed our noses. At the old skulls. Chattering crispy hulls. Flattering wispy dulls. That was the old way for sure, but the law of entropy eventually pulls.
For Ideal
We all do our jobs. All participate in the fabricated folly. Wind against air. Waves against water. All quiet eventually. Busy in the meantime. Until death relieves us. Until death relieves us. I'll start joking around more. Bottom line was a knee slapper. Ready to kill for ideal. Ready to die for your children. I've always envied animals. Well enough alone and the web ain't needed. I'm nowhere near that free. Tangled in unnecessary complexity. I imagine a straw bale room. Spartan with a pillow, hot bread, tea and candles. Convenience is untrue. Convenience is untrue. I've been happy alone more. Hungry ghost was our true father. Ready to kill for ideal. Ready to die for your children. Peacefully into battle. I am not picky. Any fate will suit me fine. Bring your nastiest weapons. Loose them on the weaker ones. Swallow for appetite's sake. Strength greater than greed we have. Ulcer for the heavy hand. Ulcer for the heavy hand. I can't hold this smile anymore. Happy time was a kind gesture. Ready to kill for ideal. Ready to die for your children. Get pissy and wreck the whole assembly. Turn it on it's head. Run it through with a long sword. Deride your elders. Effigies and defaced grave sites. Hunger and laughter both hurt the belly.
Pissing In The Casket
How hard is it to look forward and plan better? Our accounts tell all with silken language. Use the wealth. Plain and rough remedy soothing my shoulders. Standards make me anxious. They're all blind machines. Better ever sharpens as we add to the pool of human experience. Note the findings. Nothing spoken or written. Just available. Nothing spoken or written. Just available. Get in tune with the moon. Thirteen is the natural pulse. Stirring a state. Stirring a state until it dissolves. It's not actually a real thing. Pope Gregory killed the rhythm. Edward Bernays got your tongue. Taste. Better ever sharpens as we add to the pool of human experience. Note the findings. Nothing chewed or sipped. Just saving it. Nothing chewed or sipped. Just saving it. I am the monster that frightened me. I calm him and manage his edges. In keeping with paradise sequence. Want the plan to come together. Feeling too impatient to let natural consequences happen. Hungry for crumble. Better ever sharpens as we add to the pool of human experience. Note the findings. Nothing burning or bleeding. Just pulling my hair. Nothing burning or bleeding. Just pulling my hair. We won't miss you. Thanks for the harsh lessons. You did us a service and we need you no longer. On with an improved show. No romance in cancerous dances. We won't miss you. Thanks for the harsh lessons. You did us a service and we need you no longer. On with an improved show. No romance in cancerous dances. Let's go crazy. Let's get nuts & bolts. We've tried the selfish plan. Potemkins are crashing. Help 'em on the way down. Hold your head in all the wind. Have some indecency. To hell with the standards. Smack until you get it. Black inertia giveth. Darkness within darkness. Indeed a gateway. Dark in the womb. Dark in the tomb. Debate the merits of eyesight. Think of what one needs in life. Fat and entertained. Unwitting customer. James Olds' mouse. Mouse button pleasure. Pleasure at a cost. Penalty-per-view. Equal footing lost. Bruised until blue. Slip never again. Power is masochistic. Folds back to blast you. You rot like the lowest form. Poor ideas of eternal life. Rich illusion seduces prey. Future generations inherit the wake of our greed today.
Live Towards Improvement
Live towards improvement. Plant more gardens. Raise better babies. Unplug. Develop good occasions. Eat more dinners together. Enjoy actual human company. Engage each other deeply. Play music and sing together. Downsize. Simplify. Show appropriate aggression when called for. Show appropriate tolerance when called for. Nurture the beneficial. Do the change talked about. Use your skills to get us to a better place. Use the skills that you have and learn more. Meditate. Burst into action. Dance like a fool. Inform. Get primitive. Examine and manage fears. Consume less. Create and shape. Adore the basics. Share. Give gifts. Give and give and give. Understand that if everyone gives that there can be no lack. Let the happiness you bring to another person make you happy. Understand your sharing. Build and build and build. Be responsible for yourself and the ones you care about. Be local. Be satisfied with being. Know that enough is really enough. Talk with an understanding of the power of words and the infrequency with which they are genuinely needed. Understand the body. Care for your body. Care for another body. Understand the living things. Respectfully approach the living things. Understand that respecting living things is ultimately respecting yourself. Respect the planet, which is a living thing. Immerse yourself in the unturned environment and be moved to tears. End your denial. Refuse the bread and circuses. Cease to ignore the slaughter. Expose the ugliness. Manifest the beauty. Understand that your defeatist, postmodern, lazy, spoiled attitudes towards your recognized everyday hypocrisy are bloody malice, weakly removed by the transparent degrees of scapegoat agency, and are not fucking cute. Love loving to love. Resign your face from the bad race. Remember that all affects all. Play amazing ball.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
My New Site for Earth Skills Education.
Yo,
I decided that I need a separate site for this stuff...
New Culture Earth Skills.
...Updating it often. I will be putting the majority of my creative energy into this educational venture for right now. Still going to be doing music & other things, but this Earth skills education biz is something great that I really need to be doing do a lot more of. My conscience (or whatever you wanna call it) has been nagging and nudging me for some time to get on the ball with this. Shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who really knows me.
:-)
Stay tuned...
Love,
Jason
I decided that I need a separate site for this stuff...
New Culture Earth Skills.
...Updating it often. I will be putting the majority of my creative energy into this educational venture for right now. Still going to be doing music & other things, but this Earth skills education biz is something great that I really need to be doing do a lot more of. My conscience (or whatever you wanna call it) has been nagging and nudging me for some time to get on the ball with this. Shouldn't be a surprise to anyone who really knows me.
:-)
Stay tuned...
Love,
Jason
Friday, June 26, 2009
RIP, M.J. The World Still Burns. Sorting Junk Out. Corned Beef Hash & Eggs. RNR Update. Upcoming Gig.
Hey there,
Good afternoon. Michael Jackson. Wow... I Had a big, greasy breakfast after a bike ride through Royal Oak. I thought about adding a peanut butter & jelly sandwich to the mix. Eyes bigger than stomach. Got some leftovers to graze on...
Anyway, thanks to everyone who's been supportive and interested over the past few months as I slowly get things together. Busy life.
Still have a goal to put a multimedia package together by late summer. DVD, custom USB stick & other handmade surprises (something wearable?) to be included in the bundle. Keeping it moving. Probably gonna follow up the multimedia package with a series of digital music singles & maybe something by another artist(s) besides myself? Maybe. So many possibilities. Brainstorm, brainstorm...
Got a gig w/ Intricate Dialect & 2040 @ Black Lotus in Clawson on July 17th. More info later. Gyeah.
Be sure to check out the media sections for free and non-free stuff. Be good out there. Make it happen!
Back to preparation for the garage sale. I'm tired.
Love,
Jason
Good afternoon. Michael Jackson. Wow... I Had a big, greasy breakfast after a bike ride through Royal Oak. I thought about adding a peanut butter & jelly sandwich to the mix. Eyes bigger than stomach. Got some leftovers to graze on...
Anyway, thanks to everyone who's been supportive and interested over the past few months as I slowly get things together. Busy life.
Still have a goal to put a multimedia package together by late summer. DVD, custom USB stick & other handmade surprises (something wearable?) to be included in the bundle. Keeping it moving. Probably gonna follow up the multimedia package with a series of digital music singles & maybe something by another artist(s) besides myself? Maybe. So many possibilities. Brainstorm, brainstorm...
Got a gig w/ Intricate Dialect & 2040 @ Black Lotus in Clawson on July 17th. More info later. Gyeah.
Be sure to check out the media sections for free and non-free stuff. Be good out there. Make it happen!
Back to preparation for the garage sale. I'm tired.
Love,
Jason
Monday, June 15, 2009
Couth (Market for Moments): Would You Not Spoon Remus?
Four (4) CD-Rs left in stock, then it's mp3s.
Couth (Market for Moments) was surely the most amazing band I have played in to this day. It was so amazing that it's been hard for me start a new band. I'm afraid it will be a disappointment. Damn.
I just can't talk about it anymore. We did some good, good stuff. Free. Deep. Dark. Rich. Funky. Brilliant. Accidental. Highly experimental. Shitty. Have a listen.
Love,
Jason
Couth (Market for Moments) was surely the most amazing band I have played in to this day. It was so amazing that it's been hard for me start a new band. I'm afraid it will be a disappointment. Damn.
I just can't talk about it anymore. We did some good, good stuff. Free. Deep. Dark. Rich. Funky. Brilliant. Accidental. Highly experimental. Shitty. Have a listen.
Love,
Jason
:brownstudy! These Trees Were Illegally Cut. Handmade CD-R or mp3.
If you ask me in a reply to this post, I'll restock the CD. Otherwise, the mp3s are available.
Check it out. This album was when :brownstudy started to morph into Medium Parnell's don't-give-a-fuck, creepy experimentation. Meh.
Love,
Jason
Check it out. This album was when :brownstudy started to morph into Medium Parnell's don't-give-a-fuck, creepy experimentation. Meh.
Love,
Jason
Stupid Dummy Dance + Life Well Lived.
1. Life Well Lived.
2. Stupid Dummy Dance.
Stupid Dummy Dance:
Bringing the best there could be into being. We're the far-seeing. The war of our leading is a war fought for the entire web of life on Earth, out of love, when push comes to shove. Build a better model on some Bucky Fuller biz. If you try to halt maturity you better watch your wigs. Give you hell for reveling in short-term gain. In the hearts of posterity wisdom sits verily.
Fruits of false prosperity kill the eaters with their German two-seaters and their silly golf courses. We'll put that land to good use. Never wearing out the welcome. Never crafting an excuse. Freedom and responsibility's been burned in my soul. I like to greet the sun. I must get up early. Way before the buzzards who keep busy with the long-dead. Oversized grasp. Intuitive. Very strong head.
On the shoulders. The epiphanies keep slapping you. Though cherish it up there you do, you climb down and do the stupid dummy dance. Stupid dummies dancing while the floor turns liquid. Drown, baby. Drown. Any town that fails to transition gets clowned. Edifices grown over and the power lines downed. Collapse could be a blast if we choose a graceful path. Meaningful life. No cannibals, nukes or climactic wrath.
Two gifts. The planet & each other. Let's do it. Forests, oceans, skies and beyond. Just dig it. Tried to live a lie, but your deepest heart knew it. Direct connection to the Earth feeds my spirit. Soil under twenty nails. Salty under sunshine. Surrounded by life itself. What a fun time. I never want to leave. Maybe one day we'll stay for good. Mountain lions, bears and big spiders in the neighborhood.
One of these could kill me, but civilization kills worse. Toxic milk from every mother. Violence from Big Brother. Motherfuck this shit. We need to ride on big business, the banks and the s.s. They abuse and suppress us. By the people, for the people, my ass. Deck chairs. Keep shaving all of your hairs and breeding in lifelong pairs. Keep obsessing over shit that don't mean shit and never get pissed over anything of serious consequence!
Life Well Lived:
It looks like edible landscaping and big swords. It looks like caring for the systematically traumatized and wounded. It looks like Earth citizens building gorgeous resilience within their own communities out of a deep appreciation for physical reality. Permanent glamour of sensitive, mature, pervasive, rhizome love culture. It looks like me helping you to understand all of the salient facts before you decide to carry on as usual. It looks like me pointing out the holes in your arguments, because it is obvious to me that you carrying on as usual endangers all of the people and things that we need. It looks like my best energy going into creating simple beauty through my purest love. It looks like cohousing and intentional community. Amazing Earth dwellings, which keep humble the dwellers through sheer joy about the funky freshness of it all. Continuously minimizing interpersonal conflict through sound reason. It looks like cob and strawbale. It looks like recognizing basic human requirements and not demanding anything more than this for myself. It looks like Jeff Vail's Hamlet Economy and Sharon Astyk's food storage advice. It looks like Derrick Jensen, sitting atop the Hoover at peace with ALL of his choices. I'm grateful for all of my choices. All of my choices. Staring at the sun because we love life. The energy in all biota comes from The Sun. We ultimately obtain every bit of our life energy from the sun through some version of botanical consumption; indirect, as by eating the flesh of a lamb which itself eats foliage, or direct, as when enjoying amaranth seeds or leaves. Good stuff. Beauty via love! This is what I scream in my most-loved daydreams. Beauty via love! Other times I imagine myself protecting everything that matters, with all that I have, whatever that looks like. Pain for the aggressive. Pain for the aggressive. Plus, it looks like food growing on the roof, rainwater catchment and recycling in ways never seen until then. It looks like the shoes I am planning on making by hand, specifically for Richard Heinberg. Good souls everywhere see everything peaking. In decline. It looks as if the machine has already all but stopped turning out heap after heap. In decline. IT LOOKS LIKE LEARNING AND SUCCESSFULLY IMPLEMENTING healthy living models right now!!! Healthy living Models right now.
Enjoy!
Love,
Jason
2. Stupid Dummy Dance.
Stupid Dummy Dance:
Bringing the best there could be into being. We're the far-seeing. The war of our leading is a war fought for the entire web of life on Earth, out of love, when push comes to shove. Build a better model on some Bucky Fuller biz. If you try to halt maturity you better watch your wigs. Give you hell for reveling in short-term gain. In the hearts of posterity wisdom sits verily.
Fruits of false prosperity kill the eaters with their German two-seaters and their silly golf courses. We'll put that land to good use. Never wearing out the welcome. Never crafting an excuse. Freedom and responsibility's been burned in my soul. I like to greet the sun. I must get up early. Way before the buzzards who keep busy with the long-dead. Oversized grasp. Intuitive. Very strong head.
On the shoulders. The epiphanies keep slapping you. Though cherish it up there you do, you climb down and do the stupid dummy dance. Stupid dummies dancing while the floor turns liquid. Drown, baby. Drown. Any town that fails to transition gets clowned. Edifices grown over and the power lines downed. Collapse could be a blast if we choose a graceful path. Meaningful life. No cannibals, nukes or climactic wrath.
Two gifts. The planet & each other. Let's do it. Forests, oceans, skies and beyond. Just dig it. Tried to live a lie, but your deepest heart knew it. Direct connection to the Earth feeds my spirit. Soil under twenty nails. Salty under sunshine. Surrounded by life itself. What a fun time. I never want to leave. Maybe one day we'll stay for good. Mountain lions, bears and big spiders in the neighborhood.
One of these could kill me, but civilization kills worse. Toxic milk from every mother. Violence from Big Brother. Motherfuck this shit. We need to ride on big business, the banks and the s.s. They abuse and suppress us. By the people, for the people, my ass. Deck chairs. Keep shaving all of your hairs and breeding in lifelong pairs. Keep obsessing over shit that don't mean shit and never get pissed over anything of serious consequence!
Life Well Lived:
It looks like edible landscaping and big swords. It looks like caring for the systematically traumatized and wounded. It looks like Earth citizens building gorgeous resilience within their own communities out of a deep appreciation for physical reality. Permanent glamour of sensitive, mature, pervasive, rhizome love culture. It looks like me helping you to understand all of the salient facts before you decide to carry on as usual. It looks like me pointing out the holes in your arguments, because it is obvious to me that you carrying on as usual endangers all of the people and things that we need. It looks like my best energy going into creating simple beauty through my purest love. It looks like cohousing and intentional community. Amazing Earth dwellings, which keep humble the dwellers through sheer joy about the funky freshness of it all. Continuously minimizing interpersonal conflict through sound reason. It looks like cob and strawbale. It looks like recognizing basic human requirements and not demanding anything more than this for myself. It looks like Jeff Vail's Hamlet Economy and Sharon Astyk's food storage advice. It looks like Derrick Jensen, sitting atop the Hoover at peace with ALL of his choices. I'm grateful for all of my choices. All of my choices. Staring at the sun because we love life. The energy in all biota comes from The Sun. We ultimately obtain every bit of our life energy from the sun through some version of botanical consumption; indirect, as by eating the flesh of a lamb which itself eats foliage, or direct, as when enjoying amaranth seeds or leaves. Good stuff. Beauty via love! This is what I scream in my most-loved daydreams. Beauty via love! Other times I imagine myself protecting everything that matters, with all that I have, whatever that looks like. Pain for the aggressive. Pain for the aggressive. Plus, it looks like food growing on the roof, rainwater catchment and recycling in ways never seen until then. It looks like the shoes I am planning on making by hand, specifically for Richard Heinberg. Good souls everywhere see everything peaking. In decline. It looks as if the machine has already all but stopped turning out heap after heap. In decline. IT LOOKS LIKE LEARNING AND SUCCESSFULLY IMPLEMENTING healthy living models right now!!! Healthy living Models right now.
Enjoy!
Love,
Jason
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