keys to the kingdom.

statistics that talk about the annihilation of our planet are pretty shocking because they're are so many... any they have little to no shock value to us. it doesn't matter what type of text they are typed or scrawled in ...they are usually looked over and forgotten about within a few days.

its interesting how foundations, psa's, music videos, artist, or non-profits try so hard to spoon feed the gravity of situations to the masses and all the public does is donate a dollar to wear a rubber bracelet. its kind of sickening how organizations exchange messenger bags and stickers to get people to give a fuck.

This is serious: By 2025, 1 800 million people will be living in countries or regions with absolute water scarcity, and two-thirds of the world population could be under stress conditions.

This is not serious: Join the .... Street Team to Earn Free Shirts, Pins, and Other Merch for Helping Animals! It's All Free!

(don't get me wrong...helping animals is important. factory farming is disgusting.)
I understand the idea of marketing and creating a reach to an audience and goodies can entice that desire to join and spread the "gospel.." but i don't have to like it. i don't think creating religious fanaticism through the use of material items is such a good idea. it creates fair weather believers. and maybe it speaks to the moral compass of the supporter - that time can wane their support for said cause. bottom line maybe their just weak. but i think you should also look at the way such supporters are approached. putting flashy music videos and snippets of information instead of teaching them how to research and given hands on experience with the gravity of situations...will just allow the "supporter" to be distracted by the next shiny cause and button pack that comes along. this kind of marketing is just as weak and short sighted and the fare weather believer. just spouting statistics to create believes is dangerous and taking the easier route. try working to create awareness that spawns ideas for solutions to problems...it's a lot harder but in the long run has a stronger reach and nurtures the individual thinker.

i guess what i'm saying is where are the think tanks that should be fueling the said revolution that will save us from our species. we're all up in arms... but with what ... anger or solutions.

getting more lost...

"Animal Husbandry and Cannabalism..."

The Farmer and The Badger came and went. It was one of those love hate shows. I actually built an entire set out of:
* 24 boxes
* 12 screws
* one pool skimmer
* 4o9 bottle
* four tubes of acrylic paint
* two rolls of packing tape.

Take that Al Boreland!

Check out the review the Houston Press gave. HERE!

on the wall

soon to be scrawled...

this just isn't love, it's just the remorse of a loss of a feeling

back in highlands

my sister's boyfriend took his elbow to her eye socket two weeks ago. i saw her yesterday. it looks bad- swollen and definitely going to scar. she down played it. after about three years of dating fist instead of actual boyfriends she is pretty nonchalant about.

my mother thought the best solution to my sister serial return to her abusive boyfriends was a sit down with what my sister aptly named "the old timers.." i believe it was 4 old drug addict-thieves...and a biker. they all sat down in a house in the middle of clover leaf. but right as they pulled up to the house/trailer hybrid 4 boys came running up with a giant box of vhs tapes. my sister asked where the tapes came from---the boys said they found them in the woods with a bunch of clothes. the tapes all had names like Pure Country-adventure or Law and Order:Criminal. The boys wanted 50cents a piece. my sister being who she is ...tells the boys... "i ain't got no money...but i'm a girl and your three boys... so each one of ya'll give me a tape because i'm cute." it worked. they each gave her a tape and my mom bought two for two dollars. a couple of the old timers bought a few as well. the boys ran off with their giant box of vhs.

my sister said when she was inside... kent... the guy who owned the house popped on of the tapes in...and discovered it wasn't pure country with george strait. it was a homemade porno. and so was everyone of the following tapes they put in the player. those four boys had a 10 year old's goldmine of naughty tapes and didn't even know it.

the following is where it gets weird... kent refused to turn the tape off as they all sit down to talk at the dining room table. they each gave a serious spill about how abusive relationships eventually need to no good...death..hospital or jail. sister said she kept trying to concentrate but couldn't because she could hear some woman getting spanked and taking it "real hard," every time someone had a pause in conversation.

then she says it was kent's turn to talk and he started off with... "now sister i have a serious question (while pure cuntry was playing loudly in the background) ..you like that freaky shit don't you... first it starts with a pull my hair than slap me... than fuck you got a gash in your head and he done stole your truck... you don't look like it but you into that freak shit huh..?" sister just looked at him in astonishment and started laughing. kent continued with"here i'll show you some pictures... remember jewel. i use to beat the fuck out of her. green eyes all swoll up ..knock her teeth out. mean shit. you like that. you shouldn't. it aint no good." he showed whitney and everyone at the table a shoe box of photos of jewel with black eyes..missing teeth...nots on the back of her head. really sad shit that he was sort of proud of and sort of ashamed of. the sort of memories connected to feelings someone who can't articulate what feeling are have...

she said they all talked for about an hour more after this..some woman tried to braid her hair during the conversation. sister couldn't finish telling me the rest of the story she started choking on a beef jerky strip and was distracted. people started showing up...so the story ended. but i think i got the highlights. or low-lights.

! fucking theif !

my best friends are running away to brooklyn in less than a week. i am ignoring the giant elephant that is their departure. i'm terrible with goodbyes and crying. i don't think i even cried when i slammed my fingers in the car door and lost my pointer fingernail in the parking lot of mcdonalds... when i was five. i'm probably lying ... i probably cried like a little bitch. i have a feeling the same will happen next week. so brooklyn... fuck you.

it seemed fitting.

WHEN I GROW UP....

I want a motorcycle and the health insurance to fix myself after I break my face.