... Unless They're Plans For Global Conquest And Tyranny...

This was captivating... at once quietly powerful and resoundingly human...

Reuben Henry - Non Violence. Natural Records. 1968.

For Elin...

If you knew this tragic and fragile beauty, then you'd understand...

This is the mantra of the selfish, the self-titled and oh-so-wrong! "Anarchists"...

It's never about 'ONLY YOU'.

Can you imagine if all 8 billion of the people on this planet held that belief? An entirety of humanity would rush toward entropy and destructible if that was the all-encompassing philosophy...

from Bangkok, Thailand

Hmmmm...

I heard/read it again: grunge...

I'm perplexed by that most meager of words that has been usurped by a crowd of folks that has little to no actual experience in getting grungy. Let's set the record straight: Grunge means you've been exposed to the dust of third world, real dirt. Not glitter, not metaphor, not a slight dusting of soil. Real dirt, real grungy shite, genuine grime. Grunge is the stuff of daily, ugly, exhausting toil and hardship. Life for the grungy is a battle, a war waged in solitude, against a world bent on breaking its targets. So if you don designer clothes; if you drop piles of money in a trendy coffee bauhaus; if you overuse the words 'literally' or 'legitimately' (let's just forget that you have no concept of usage and acceptable vernacular, if you do...); and if you've never gone to bed hungry, cold and dirty, and clinging to slim hope that tomorrow will be better than all your yesterdays, well then you have no idea what grunge is. True grunge, and the music and atmosphere it spawned, is a soulful thing, brought to life by people whose only refuge in the world was hard-bitten poetry transmuted into lyrical rollercoasters, grinding guitars and bone-jarring percussion. Kurt, Eddie, Chris... they were the Purveyors of Grunge. They bled and breathed against the grain, exhaling oxygen for the world to inhale, and in doing so, taught most of us to fucking care about those who usually went unnoticed, were spent up by an otherwise uncaring world. They were celestial in their grasp of God, humans, and struggle, and their starshine was earned and never contrived... unlike those who try to usurp the word 'grunge' to peddle their shite, their plastic baubles, their angled politics.

Note: if you managed to wade through this monologue but have not even an inkling of meaning in this prose, then I submit the notion that you need to step back and reassess just what the fuck you aim to achieve by casting about the term 'grunge'...

Finally! Scientifically intelligent graffiti.

I concur. Wail and shred, good sir.

Luscious locks, truly.

My new mature woman crush. Her brand of humor is just my style. I wonder what else she can do with her jazz hands...🤔

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Cheers for Cow and his beloved family, indeed!