Ancient Cassette

for the first time in known human history i can smoke a battery operated non tobacco all nicotine electronic device. Burnt watermelon, singed cantaloupe...

So weird shit happened Inside my rib cage and I be done with that!

You do you! But, its rough quitting for almost a week. I want to live and I ain't going out because of melon ice vapes.

It's been a very long time since I was excited about a Hollywood movie, and I bought our tickets.

For a moment I suspected there might be something that disclosures the disclosure. Maybe the government paid the guy to reveal the what ever is such a big deal.

This movie at times seems to go slowly. Characters seem underdeveloped, emotions connect like an AI chatbot. The child in the film looks like AI, and so do the animals. And so what?! It's a movie where people still watch the local news? Like network television isn't going extinct? The movie had its moments, and they went quick, as slight of hand. It could be that the slow boring parts are merely a design of the artistic manipulation of the viewer. And I wasn't even listening.

The religion parts were subtle as a jackhammer. Perfect fodder for Christan conspirators on line. But how else can a movie like this deal with such subject matter less effectively?

The success of this film is that it has me going over the whole thing. Like it has some thing to ...disclose... an onion with many layers resulting in nothing but onions?

How can you show a magic trick after its been explained and expect applause?

Just like Metallica you ain't dangerous anymore

The old tiger has no teeth

But we still love you

Goodbye network television

Goodbye Hollywood

Farewell independent handwritten zines

Attention defecent mandated by law run by the insane

I really thought nostalgia had some kind of answer

And wouldn't you know it?

I didn't know it at the time, i was just a kid. They had no idea what they were talking about. So many parrots disguised as teacher and repetition memorization proof of superior intelligence.

I struggled to keep up. I felt stupid.

Adults kept disappearing as I got older. I aged into adulthood. Where are the adults? The jobs of police, politician, mechanic, sales clerk, etc... are filled with people that maybe look like adults. They are younger than me? I am getting old, gray hair, decreased libido, AARP member, and where the fuck are the adults? I look in the mirror, oh I get the line "lines getting clearer", Aerosmith. I dont think they be adults either.

I thought I saw adults when I was a kid. Its kids, man! Impersonating grown ups. I look in the mirror, i am just an older model of this conspiracy. I see some restored models, but they are doomed to be handled with the utmost care.

Maybe it was a mirage. Maybe we all play a game we call adulthood.

It's a sin! Psychic vampyric energies given accessibility to base human lower Chakra gasoline for full throttle control of material plane. Opening portals, "back alleys", for full destruction. Rot from the inside. Dry rot. The life force expelled on the floor. Self love self fuck self center self god

Hijacking starring Stockholm syndrome commercial subscription pill enhancing ego promoting

Objectification of the divine womanhood

Rape of purity

Murderer of fidelity

The diarrhea of the heart

And we can't look away?

Something has been happening all along.

Beyond the narrative

Beyond the stories told

There is truth in the most unlikely of places

There are lies you hold dear

It has nothing to do with money, sex, and power

Nothing to do with everything you and I could ever possibly know

The disclosure is not the enlightenment you were looking for

"You were never much for complaining. I mean freaking out, temper tantrums, your morning rages, all that were scary for me and the kids when they were little...

to watch, no matter how infrequent it has become...

It always started with you complaining about cat hair on your t-shirt, or a plant placed to o close to the exterior wall. You would Lazer focus on trivial things, you would blow up over a parking space."

"Yeah, I do a lot better when I dont complain."

"You need your meds and I can tell when you skip a few days. Remeber when you used to start gettin' all 'Sicilian'?."

"I would like to think I have made some progress as a human, over the years. As if I am climbing a ladder, no matter how high I get, if I fall i start right back on the ground. I no longer resent that. I dont want to complain."

"Oh, so what do you do instead of complaint? Are you trying g to put social media out of business? Fox News was made on complaining. The entire comments section is based on complaining. Yelp, one star forever! So, if you can't complain what do you do instead, Mr buddha?"

"Either complete acceptance or contemplate solutions. That's it. I am trying it out starting yesterday."

"Oh, wow. So how is that going?"

"I can't complain."

We look at each other. Eyes roll. Drum roll. Hit crash cymbal.