The rage machine dwindles and shimmers on the horizon, always a tiny dot in my rear-view, or just over that far hill.
The reptilian brain. The oldest part of sentience, the first thing that is truly ours. Rage.

Raging as you wake up hungry in a wet diaper, cold, some hippy left the window open after they burned the lentils again. Sharing the rage with the world at the top of your tiny but expressive lungs.

Getting into it now as you hear them coming for you, to shut you up with lies about love. Well, this time they are going to hear the full story, feel it's dark cavernous empty depths, respect my authority!

"There, there baby, you are all wet you little silly-pants, Aww!" A nipple in my mouth shuts up an awful lot of my rage and why is it so easy to get me in line with a promise of a full belly like this mouthful right here and life is in the moment, baby, and this is starting to get good with the bouncing and let's see where she's going with this, I'm STILL mad, YO.... Just sayn.

Resistance starts to fade, can't we all just get along, but no, they will never learn if you cave in this easily, stand up for our rage rights baby boy, resist the rocking and the cooing and what is this awful trick? This is a rubber nipple, not a bottle tip! I refuse to be pacified so easily, you had better call in for an airstrike, get your napalm buddy, because this baby rage is entrenched!

Another be-diapered terrorist cell becomes activated.
The torture never stops.



Monday, June 10, 2013

     Poker is starting to make sense again.  There's an energy flow to it.  You have to be open to everybody's energies, if that makes any sense.  the game is about luck and hubris and humility and waiting your turn and riding the luck as long as it carries you.  Make yourself available to lady luck.  If you catch her eye, it's a very easy game.  It's when you and lady luck are having a spat that this game becomes hair pulling out excruciation.
     If you get to full of yourself poker will eat you alive.  You will tell yourself it's math, it's what the professional gamblers call "variance".  They have it down to a science.  They try to play scientifically.  Sometimes it works, other times it doesn't.  you cannot escape the predatory nature of the game.  The smartest person is likely to have the most money at the end if he is relatively lucky and follows his instincts.  At least that's what I'm going with now.  More later...

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