The Sock-Monkey As Alone

  “Lord Jesus the son of God have mercy on me a sinner.” - the Jesus prayer. I don’t know what I am going to say other Jesus is lord. He is the messiah. The son of God. The beginning and the end. I cannot fathom what is happening in the world. All I know is the end is near. I think it is the biblical apocalypse… I think the lord will return… it scares me as much as gives me hope. In my heart I feel guilty of so much I can’t understand. My arrogance in my thoughts… and the blasphemy in my mind. I try to override my evil inclinations with the Jesus prayer. Though I know works don’t save us… works are the fruit of the tree of faith. Without works a tree is dead and ready to be fed into the fire.   But the Lord forgives those who he will, and he is just. Faith in the lord is knowing we are not the lord. We cannot serve the world of greed and lust and the lord our God. We are ether for the truth of the lord OR against the truth of the lord. If you are unsure then there is a...

  It was nice, better than I feel I deserve. I spent the day with family my nieces and nephews and my sisters. Met my nieces friend. Watched them play pool and did crafts with the younger ones. My brain acts up all the time in new situations and I am handled it ok but I also got a lot on my mind. I got troubadour moon by the wild hearts on repeat.  about to crash for the evening. Not really up to writing a full blog tonight but I hope you are doing well. Will be back to regular writing on Friday, peace and love.

  Mason Andrew Freak (or simply Drew) sat in his empty room without posters, without toys, basically empty except for a bed. Though he was not sitting on the bed he was in his closet (a metaphor [possibly!]) crying over the warhammer 2nd edition of the chador codex crying…. He had taken down all of his posters of Digimon adventure, dragon ball z,   and ff7. He was twelve years old and almost four hundred pounds, he wasn’t even sure he could get out of the closet he was sitting in. He would turn on his flashlight and stare at john Blanche art and dream such horrific beautiful rock n roll dreams! Trying to escape the reality that was the last time he left his parent’s house. A friend of his dad said “are you single my daughter just broke up with her boyfriend.” The daughter “He is half my age and twice my size.” So little mason went home and tore down all his posters and dreamed beautiful dark dreams. Not knowing he would eventually write over a thousand songs about the th...

  How do we stay informed in the digital age? How do we find ourselves when all that is left if refinement of a culture we have inherited into the peak cheeseit of endorphins releasing? Do we do it with confrontation? Do we act hostile or resent the battle we didn’t choose and marching forward while looking back at an era nostalgically? Our childhood or, our teen years when we were capable of mindless hope. Hope inspite of evidence we really should have put our faith in God. Instead we chose nothing is true and everything is possible. But still in-spite of my sins… in spite of failings… I believe things have merit in the growing pains. Of knowing that there is no going back to how things could have been. Of how anything could be good after all the compromises we have chosen and outright lies we have been fed. We’re heading towards a collapse. And what we rebuild in the ashes will lock in the next century, MAYBE even the next epoch of culture hidden in the little link button o...

  El Topo the 1970 Mexican acid Western film written, scored, directed by and starring Alejandro Jodorowsky . About a black clad gunmen on a quest for enlightenment. First there are problematic elements to all of Alejandro Jodorowsky filmography he claims he raped the woman on camera in the film and the crew was so shocked they just kept filming. To me this reads as an old school grind-house shock tactic. Much like how canibal holocaust was accused of being a snuff film and the controversy around it pushed it towards infamy.  Alejandro Jodorowsky kind of invented both the midnight movie ( grind house cinema ) and the pretentious student art film as we know it. A dream like mosaic of ignorant behavior. A nightmare grimour   of cardinal sins . A provocateur studying his audience to inflict actual psychological harm (rember during the time this film was playing most of the audience would have been on acid). He was a direct influence on Marylin Manson and a lot b...

  “What are you doing” - Nana “Being a burden and a disappointment…” -Drew “Don’t aggravate…”  -Nana “What are you guys into?” -Drew   In the background I hear my dad build up the courage to spit out “talking about you being a disappointment!” “Shut up Michael!” - Nana “Well, since we’re all in agreement I guess I better start making some plans.” -Drew “We’re not all in agreement!” - Nana  I can hear my dad giggling joyfully before the abyss. “Shut up Michael!” My mom says obviously losing some patience. My poor mother has MS and given the dynamics I can’t understand how she puts up with me and the rest of the family. “Seriously what you been into?” -  Nana “I was working on a blog post… but I don’t know how to articulate it so I gave up on it.” - Drew “You want to talk about it?” - Nana “Last time someone asked me that two minutes later they said ‘you know what never-mind I am not your therapist.” -Drew “Oh OK.” - Nana “…One time...

  When faced with artificial rhetoric pushing false narratives the educated mind is inclined towards doubt. The uneducated mind more towards confidence, for it has now been told what it has waited for. That it is indeed the protagonist of a plot against the grand machinations of history and will uproot the status quo of progressive wild behavior like Wearig a baseball cap backwards and not being filled with inferiority and guilt when a drunken chef in from the army gets angry when you don’t take it off during the national anthem (this may be very specific haha). When you can’t tell when’s video is AI generated or not… things become dangerous because of the choice of the ignorant to be encouraged by “look out for your own interests” and “not sink the life boat” we need to take serious  ether the lack of media education in being able to discern facts from “ alternative facts ”. Because when these alternative (false beliefs)  are held as viable and objective. What we...

  I don’t like endings. Ideally everything would last forever. The beauty of the first time reading your favorite poem, or, playing your favorite game, all that and everything else forever! That is my motto. That is not how it is though is it? We move on and bounce around fall in and out of love and do our best all the while information loss looms over our decisions whether we pay it any mind or not. One of the failings of world-building is information loss and its depictions. Even if the universe fictional or real there is always the potential for the playful and beautiful in-spite of discouraging of its existence by poor circumstance. Grim-dark in heavy shadows and soldering forward in-spite of the absurdity and wretchedness of life. It’s wreckage of cliche sci-fi tropes and hopeless ritual without any of the living parts of life. And then theres the whimsical the feature length rendition of a fairytale. Moomin books and Roald Dahl . Idealized versions of childhood m...