We are drowning in a Liar’s Paradise. ~It’s not personal, it’s business.~

All the natural wonder and blood sweat & tears creative wonder and spirited potential wonder since the dawn of the biped, reduced to millionaire liars w/ heavy handshakes, heavier gun muscle, heaviest checkbooks ..and crooked crosses. I have met some of the most amazing gifted logical intellectual people (many o you among them) and they ALL (every one, I have observed) scratch their heads, grimace, and sigh, …as a mantra of our times.

“You know sometimes, I don't know why, But this old town seems so hopeless. Yeah, I ain't really sure, but it seems I remember the good times Were just a little bit more in focus.”

This morning brings an anniversary; on the cusp of a bubble that isn’t all that far from the now---except for the digital malaise brought on by the craze that ate up our state o human youth vitality here on the shaky pawn-predominant perimeters of war & the billion dollar boys’ club that has surely evolved insane & defining conservativism with the original double standard of all double standards wielded as a shield to beat all shields.

be well, all