Lordlandia!

Lordland, the land of the landlords.
Or would that be Landlordlandia?
I dunno, I get confused sometimes.

But must you must face the Captcha test to prove that you are, in fact, not Anish Kapoor.

Meanwhile Kapoor, not using a VPN - “Curses! Foiled again!”

You must not NOSN’T!

Yeah, they start “Isn’t it utterly heeelarious that…” and proceed to spell out something grim and morbid.

Fuck the fascists for making us feel schadenfreude.

Now that you mention it, there was an old shoe repairman in my town, among other knickknacks he had a piggy bank on a shelf, but it was like a bust of JFK, and the coin slot was right where Oswald supposedly “acted alone”.

But le charlee kercke is like scraping the bottom of the barrel on that political and cultural scale.

TWO MAN LUGE!
TWO MAN LUGE!
Two men enter, two men leave…
the Two Man Luge closet

So what does one do with such items? Is there a collector’s market for merch sold on the grounds upon whence le charley kirke died like he despicably preached for others not himself?

“It’s the tee-shirts and caps from where there was a shooting! Somewhere in 'Murica!”

Because somebody had to wipe that smug retrograde smirk off his face, that’s why.

Holy shit, that kid on the lower right corner looks like Harrison Ford!
One quarter Jewish… not too shabby!

I wake up, feed the cats, take my supplements including a concentrated CBD paste, then stretch and meditate in my darkened room with a sleep mask, sitting in a relaxed but yoga-like position, with knees bent and the soles touching, hands nested on my belly, my back straight but with support.
Then I stay there, watching my breath, getting distracted, returning to my breath, getting distracted again, etc., for around seventy minutes!

When I come back out, I make my morning coffee.
I have been meditating every day for the past seven years. I used to do forty minutes, but right now I’m really enjoying the really long sessions, so I go with it.

It gets to a point that if I move my arms, even with eyes closed and a sleep mask on, I can perceive the movements like the ghostly shadow of the change, as if the body is also “seen” by another movement-based sense, and it manages to imprint itself a bit into the optical system. I don’t know quite how to put it into words, and it happens every single time, it’s happened hundreds of times.

Meditation is like a low-key, healthy and daily psychedelic experience. It’s beautiful, one of the best things I’ve ever done in my life.

Make that 5pm over here, closer to the eastern edge of the time zone.

He will encounter British Flyes! He will have to learn how to buzz around CRISPS and SCONES now.

The beast that shouted LOVE at the heart of the world!

You could have ended up on the one with the 84-hour workweek (12 hours a day, no day off) and with child labor… you know… the “good ole days” republicans want to take you back to by hook and by crook, and which the people of all ages have enabled, the old by batshit mental illness, the young by electoral defensive indifference. Soon enough you won’t have time to navel gaze about how bad 40 is.

So as not to “bruise the cheese”.

Back to back Bond!

For Your Eye Only
Monopussy

Then you open it up…
and the whole damn thing has lines and paragraphs underlined with markers in different colors.

Last time I went to my cellphone carrier offices to upgrade my hardware, they were already pushing the iPhone 15 or 16, but I went in there and asked for the iPhone 10, managed to get the very last one they had in stock. It cost a fraction of what the latest ones did, does everything I need it to do, and a couple of years later it’s still purring like a kitten.

You might need a murder of crows for that one.

Where’s the shaman?