Friday Love/Hate

I hate fighting upstream all the damned time. Hate it, but it’s what I’m driven to do. If I don’t, I could go with the flow and end up in the poison underneath the acid rain of the coal-fired power plant, growing my third eye shut, swollen from sties, and just raggedly swim around in circles with everybody else, waiting for that big fishhook in the sky to swing down and snatch me. I hate fighting upstream, but that’s what I do. Hell, I’m sitting in a cold ass camper with speakers pointed at my brain blaring music loud as fuck, making my inherited Macbook laptop struggle to handle the hobo weather. The trackpad doesn’t work right in the cold, to where I have to put one of the two stocking hats I’m wearing on it when I’m typing so that it’ll feel my fingers when I need to. Then the computer just froze up on me with a screen that said in four different languages that I had to power it off because it malfunctioned. On one hand that could be just the fact I’m typing in the freezing cold, but on the other hand it could be electronic cyberlords conspiring against me. The satellite internet reaches out here, so they know I’m here, and trying to write free of the confusion and deliberate chaos of the inside the house. So BLAM! malfunction, and I only don’t lose whatever it decides to autorecover. How do I know they don’t change what they recover rather than just pick an arbitrary stopping point? Are they going to take all my bad words out like that Huck Finn book the cybertalks are babbling about? Are they going to change my meanings?
This is a fucking war, and you have to fight upstream. My apologies to the seven kids out there who hopefully are still reading this blog, looking for the Rojonekku triggers. I got off track boys, realized I was fighting upstream and missed the proper tributary. I am currently hacking my way as quickly as possible through the brush to get back in the right water, but I’m still with you. I’m still your headwaters, so to speak. The triggers are gonna start coming this year. The flags of Alabama, New Hampshire, Tennessee, West Virginia, Oklahoma, Oregon, and Illinois, they are still planted out in the field on the bamboo poles. Our goals have not changed. If our latest benefactor comes through (or we get some enabling donations on the button on the site here, or sell some more t-shirts), all seven of you should be getting kindles, and we’ll start transmitting lessons for your seven branches. (Also, there is the very real possibility of two to three more branches sprouting this spring, now that I can focus properly again.)
So yeah. I hate fighting upstream, but it’s all we can do, isn’t it?

I love the ultimate purpose of this site/blog/background chatter. Sometimes my ego gets the best of me and I wish I could let everybody know what the deal is, but that wouldn’t serve anybody but those who are already well-served beyond their needs. But for those that know what’s going on, it’s going on. I love you all. May we all one day sit around the same fire together, laughing as it burns.