It’s funny but I listened to the hell outta Cake in the 2000s but then they kinda just fell off my radar. I don’t even know if they’re still putting out music.

Well, I guess I don’t how that’s “funny”

Wonder what David C’s page would say?

Half centaur, half firework 💥

Seriously though, wot ‘bout Keef Richards?

Half gypsy, half cigarette 🚬

Sought, not even necessarily found

Yep, exactly

That was a good read. I especially liked this:

So with all that said, my actions seem to influence how I feel much more than the other way around.
If I act like an asshole then I feel like one. If I act like a good person then I feel like one, too.

Thanks! :)

Worthiness. Stark raving here. Can’t stand it.

“…Obi Wan, You’re my only hope.” #lettherebehope

I need to make the #hashtags clickable in the comments

so i been reading what you wrote about climbing that mountain of spiritual enlightenment. john f. used to tell me (he told PGC the same thing, i suspect) that after i attain enlightenment the first time some neanderthal ottumwa resident says something that they’re likely to say, i will be right there amongst ‘em in about .2 seconds. the human condition, (not ‘rhoids) isn’t lust, it’s anger.

the first thing of note recorded in the bible is when cain goes upside the head of his brother. dispatches his brother to his maker without undue ceremony. and for little or nothing. this is the human condition and our attempts to conquer it are doomed, methinks. we need to make friends with that part of ourselves, (i’ve always known that part but always forgot what came next) so we will be better able to forgive and love the part of ourselves that bashes some bozo’s head in during a traffic incident. if we do that, we’ll be better able to forgive and love the bozo in question for unnecessarily crossing our gilded path.

keep the words coming. spiritual revolution happens (sorry ghandi) with outbursts of murderous fucking rage and attendant slew of vile invective ‘bout our brothers.

I love John C. Reilly in everything. He got robbed of the Oscar for “Chicago”. I noticed that they didn’t make it to NYC.

Reilly made Kong, he really did. I think Maggie giggled at most every one of his lines.

I could do without seeing Samuel Jackson in another movie.

Thank you, Reverend.