summaparker

a comprehensive investigation of a skewed psyche.

Tom Petty

BACK AT IT.

Spring is on the way.

Ah I feel so bad.

Ah, I feel so bad!

My eyes are bleeding,

my head thumps outta time,

Some cosmic vacuum.

halfway torn in time.

Ah I feel so bad!

No rest in sight,

weary and worn,

like a bleary-eyed beggar

in an opiate torn, war zone.

Ass-Hat of the week!

Ass-Hat of the week!:

This week It’s a toss up?

The confidential informant who put her friends away for ten years in federal prison to save herself, or the herpes infected mother purposely spreading her disease as a act of revenge.

Amen.

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You never plan it,
but you get weary,
slugging it out everyday,
trying to digest information,
at a million miles and hour.

In your weakness you realize,
all you have wasted:
time.
health.
hope
happiness.
peace.

They say.
no such thing
as too late,
or monsters.

There is however,
too little too late.
Life’s meaning
burning itself
on its ear.

And there it lies –
the heart of the matter…

The deepest mystery and
where to stick the knife.

No one is in charge.
No one to accept the responsibility
for all this madness.

Just a big tumbling vat
of emptiness.
Absolutely none the wiser, and
worse for the wear…

Chattering monkeys
with Facebook pages,
lost in space…

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Armchair Critic… Drinking Buddies

It can be captivating watching paint dry. It all depends on the painter, and the art being created. Drinking Buddies, a recent addition to Netflix is a film that shares similar aspects. Similar in the slow pace of the film, intriguing, on its craftsmanship and realistic storytelling. Drinking Buddies Carefully weaves a story, that expertly captures the dynamics of friendship bordering on romance, and that confusing time in life we encounter in our late twenties and early thirties. A critical, uncertain time, when high school and college have come and gone, and what you decide about career, lifestyle, and relationships impacts significantly the rest of your life.

For what it’s worth. The Three Foot Rule.

The three foot rule is used by a wide variety of people facing situations that are especially, frightening, overwhelming, or just plain baffling to a specific individual, group, or an entire society. The concept is simple concentrate on what is going on right in front of you, strip away the fear of what may happen in the future, or even in the next five minutes, and base your immediate actions on what you feel is right, or necessary in achieving your goals. This concept and practice is not new. Varying degrees of this practice have had a profound influence on individuals, and entire societies, since the dawn of man.

With the state of the world today, especially things such as; Gaza, Ferguson, The Systematic Stripping of Second Amendment Rights, School Shootings, Police Brutality, Militarization of Law Enforcement, Murder, and a whole bunch of other shit, I find myself overwhelmed, confused, angry, and powerless. By implementing my version of this rule in my daily life, I am able to better deal with the world’s chaos. For me specifically, the implementation of this rule involves the gathering of as much information, from as many different sources that I have access to, and making my next decision based on that information. The action in some cases, or the lack of action in others, helps me to feel that I am trying to be a part of the solution (as I see it), and not part of the problem..

Amen.

You never plan it,
but you get weary,
slugging it out everyday,
trying to digest information,
at a million miles and hour.

In your weakness you realize,
all you have wasted:
time.
health.
hope
happiness.
peace.

They say.
no such thing
as too late,
or monsters.

There is however,
too little too late.
Life’s meaning
burning itself
on its ear.

And there it lies –
the heart of the matter…

The deepest mystery and
where to stick the knife.

No one is in charge.
No one to accept the responsibility
for all this madness.

Just a big tumbling vat
of emptiness.
Absolutely none the wiser, and
worse for the wear…

Chattering monkeys
with Facebook pages,
lost in space…

Cost

What is the cost of a soul?
the weight of a soul?
the solubility of a soul?
all ghost know,
more than the living…
the stigma and the price of blood,
low, invisible like cain’s stained hands.
troubling noisy apparitions whispering the toll,
A measure of lives,
paying full price,
for each one you stole.

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