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Speaking from experience, I’ve found out the hard way that it takes at least a 1000 foot zip line before your kids start to love you

And then to be honest it’s all superficial at best, mostly centred around our ability to supply the provision they require and it’s not until after we die that they really start to wrestle with the complicated  relationship they were navigating with such damaged people that they didn’t even realize they were such an integral part of until it’s too late

It’s me absolutely but also my children.

Perspective is an insidious bitch that comes late by default

They are playing all the wrong notes. Bunch of talentless hacks think they can use their fucking Ai bullshit to shove creatives out of jobs all in the name of the fucking almighty dollar while the climate continues to fuck the world and hand power to closet Nazis while teenagers are being sold for sex and fentanyl turns the streets into forests of slumped over zombie statues staring at the infinity behind blank and glassy eyes

I suspect it might have something to do with you giving up your dream of becoming a stand up comedian. Or it could be late onset adult male Analismus Fuckbummary ™  but we’d have to run more tests

This is the sad truth of the modern elderly male.

Update - no. The devil has made a Pinocchio out of me.

My hands are wooden blocks and this is creating sadness and anger in equal measure.

The closest I’ve ever gotten to a rudiment is saying paradiddle out loud once in 1998

I had a Ralph but he died of cancer.

Also you should all be pleased to know that a brand new Sigur Ros album dropped today. First new album in 10 years

Just the first track has me already feeling the presence of god

And I mean that literally

Whatever spiritual wavelength these guys are broadcasting on is tapped into my cerebellum.

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