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My Podcast is only being made because I no longer have a relationship with my son. It takes the place of our conversations and serves as a memorial, to him, to truth and to fighting the scourge of escapism, predation and bullshit in our drug infested culture.

Dec 27, 2021

Saying goodbye a little everyday.

A beautiful life, one to celebrate.

She, my son and eye...

Does she know you died?

Dark days, communicating through song.

Pootie. Rituals

She's fearless, still alive.

Blown out, shot, hunting, she has a pet human.

She's one of the last links to my son.

My teacher.

With her, something is...


Dec 13, 2021

That's not fair!

Who are your parents?

4 grains too many.

I'm arrogant... even saying so is arrogant

Technology turns you into a machine.

My Fiction

I try to solo in a mental buffet.

meaning requires differences.

it's complex


Dec 6, 2021

Does anything mean anything outside of our meaning making?

It was like an acid trip.

Basket weaving.

As if time was woven.

The feathers are just symbols.

A spider fights to survive.

The plumber cuts a pipe.

My feelings don't constitute facts.

I'm closed-minded.

My fiction.


Nov 29, 2021

You would be turning 29 now.

He insisted I listen to Alan Watts, so I do.

1000 years of guitar.

We are a stream of gas...wut???

We're not who we think we are.

I made myself into a drunk, I managed to find a way out in the Library.

Mirrors are indifferent.

I miss you so much on your birthday, every day.

The you that lived.


Nov 22, 2021

I hear your man crying.

It feels really really weird.

Danger in immanent.

I lost her for 2 minutes.

Hey Monster!

We're fractals.

I made a promise to their father.