February 1st, 2020

Greet Death "You're Gonna Hate What You've Done"

Embracing the consequence of the things I do
Could we prove it if I stopped sleeping in the afternoon?
I’m awake for the midnight howl coyote croon
I’m awake when I meet the devil crawling in my room
He tells me

You’re gonna wake up the sun
You’re gonna hate what you’ve done
Now you’re gonna wake up the sun
You’re gonna hate what you’ve done

Embracing the final glimpse of a blood-red moon
Well lately I’ve been treating with the devil in blue
Well maybe if he cuts me loose I’ll get my days in hell back too
Maybe I’ll keep dreaming if I’m dreaming of you

Well the days are getting shorter
All your friends stopped coming over
And you’re losing your composure
You should sleep less, we should talk more

Now you’re gonna wake up the sun
Now you’re gonna hate what you’ve done
  • Current Music
    Greet Death 'New Hell'

the contemporaneity of all ages

It is 11:57 AM Saturday late morning here in West Michigan. It has bee snowing all morning. I wonder if the snow will stop by Noontime.

I got up this morning around 7:35 AM. I woke up feeling hung over. I wandered to the kitchen and got a bottle of cold water. I carried my cold water bottle to our living room and sat slowing waking up. It is such a blessing to wake up with cold water and a roof over ones head. I am thankful for this living space in this dead world. I feel pain for the countless millions who have no home. It must be scary being homeless. I wonder how folks can live on the streets of Babylon for years with no source of income.

I decided around 8:15 AM to make myself a portion of oatmeal for breakfast. I do not remember if I ate oatmeal as a boy in Norfolk Virginia.

As I was eating my mush Carol arrived home from work. She did OK being back to work after being off for three weeks. Tonight she goes into work around Midnight.

I spent the morning basically writing in my paper diary and reading from a book titled, 'Oranges & Peanuts For Sale' essays by Eliot Weinberger. So has gone by Time, it is now 12:04 PM.

Last night after Carol left for work I filmed a video for my Youtube channel and read from a book titled, 'Blood Orchid: An Unnatural History Of America' by Charles Bowden. I also read last night,'Oranges & Peanuts For Sale' essays by Eliot Weinberger. I might start reading today a book I got in the mail yesterday titled, 'American Dirt' a novel by Jeanine Cummins.

Well, I will close to drift through this existence bestowed on me by God my heavenly Father.

"[1] Now I say, That the heir, as long as he is a child, differeth nothing from a servant, though he be lord of all;
[2] But is under tutors and governors until the time appointed of the father.
[3] Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements of the world:
[4] But when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law,
[5] To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons.
[6] And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father.
[7] Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ." Galatians 4:1-7
  • Current Music
    Greet Death 'Dixieland'