I just keep rubbing my eyes. I cannot figure out what is wrong. I don’t feel that I am any different, or that my life has somehow become invalid. My work still feels worthy. My thoughts my own.

I look around though, and can’t seem to understand what the fuck is going on with a lot of people I come in contact with. I don’t understand what it is that they DO. What it is they PRODUCE. They are sure selling whatever it is they sell to the utmost of their ability. I just can’t see what it is. All they talk about is margin. Skim. Profit…not insight, problem solving, or making the world a better place in anyway.

Nothing about tomorrow.

Musicians unpaid, filmmakers robbed, art lifted, secret crafts defiled, technology stolen and gifted, lifetimes overturned…by anonymous, unseeing/unseen thieves. These aren’t the people who created, who sweated, and gave birth to ideas and ideals…but they are the ones handing everything out for free. It’s like them kicking your backdoor in as you prepare dinner, ring the dinner bell, and invite strangers in off the street to eat your supper. Hell, they aren’t even the interloper’s friends…just random dipshits off the street looking for a free meal. They have nothing, because they have earned nothing. Yet, they give away what does not belong to them.

And for this observation, I am out of step. Old fashioned. In the way. An asshole.

“Hey, everyone is doing it…it’s supposed to be free…or, it should be.”

Yeah, that mentality is really fucking shit up. No one wants to earn anything…to produce anything. Everyone is a prospector. Like the whole universe has become LA, where they still make friends the old fashioned way…they fuck them.

The instruction manual would go something like this, I reckon….Don’t actually make anything. Get someone to front you cash, don’t create a new idea, but put a twist on something that already works, no need to risk or innovate. Get someone to actually make the idea a reality…for cheap, off shore, and bring it back here, creating a profit, however small, because that’s all you can understand. Hope it breaks/goes out of style immediately so you can sell the next iteration of whatever the fuck it is you are selling.

That’s all I seem to hear beyond the tight group of friends I spend most of my time with.

Get rich.


Sailor Jerry described this in the late sixties…

“Burn the town down, and move onto the next one…”

There seems to be no tomorrow.

There is no more forever.


”Not talkin’ ’bout a year
No not three or four
I don’t want that kind of forever
In my life anymore
Forever always seems
to be around when it begins
but forever never seems
to be around when it ends
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do From you

People spend so much time
Every single day
Runnin’ ’round all over town
Givin’ their forever away
But no not me
I won’t let my forever roam
and now I hope I can find
my forever a home
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do
From you

Like a handless clock with numbers
An infinite of time
No not the forever found
Only in the mind
Forever always seems
to be around when things begin
but forever never seems
to be around when things end
So give me your forever
Please your forever
Not a day less will do
From you”

“Forever” by Ben Harper