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.



Saturday, June 6, 2015

I had three million dollar ideas today  in English class. I shared them. The kids eyes  glazed over  as usual. Surf board shaped web browsers seems like  a no brainer. Sold in surf shops. Limited editions  with parts  of  pro surfers  destroyed boards being recycled. signed. numbered/ relics of an era when treasures were still being bought and sold.

The second million dollar idea was poo mail. opening and email and you get shit on. this one needs conceptual  work,  but  it had the stink of reality, as in add a little  hard work and  this  is the pet rock of 2015....  i forget the third  one...ill check  my notes....lots of energy today..humming like a well  oiled machine... life is beautiful and love is everywhere
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