I'm flattered. I'll send a link your way. I just strummed my banjo and sang. It's not picking up steam yet, but we're kinda waiting till it clears on streaming sites to start advertising ourselves. This is my first actual contribution to an album. Before that I just sat in jam circles or did some FAWM stuff.
Dog kills Cop is such a bizarro-world headline.
Holy fuck! They're saying Kamala lost Michigan because of Iranian disinformation. I almost want to make a reddit just to hop in and mock them.
Sounds like we need to liberate Minnesota, no matter how much white phosphorus it takes.
That raises my spirits, honestly. I expected waaay worse numbers.
Sleeping well and getting back into running. Trying to ignore a lot of leftist posts to get involved in stuff. I am involved, just trying to lay low for a week and recover. Oh, and the album I contributed to was officially released on Bandcamp last week. Been riding that high.
Going back into the activism next week. I sort of have a history of crash and burn cycles.
Fuckers like these are really ruining the rainbow flag for me.
Thought that was Timothy Chamalet for a second. Tbf, I was reaaaally zoomed out.
I'm hopeful. The PSL I know are nearly tireless.
And if someone beat me to it and I missed it, just lmk.
I should likely preface this to say this isn't an explicit defense of that chain of stores and that I am as Polish-American as a pierogi. So..., super 
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On a recent trip there for some reasonably priced clothes ~1~ the overall vibe kinda set in. You pick up a coffee~2~, grab a cart, and just wander through the aisles looking at the basic colors and neat little things. What this is effectively creating is a "sanitized" version of a Farmer's Market or Flea Market.
The years of wastes composed of manicured lawns and bloodthirsty stroads, paired with decades of neoliberalism and nuclear family focus has left people wanting. People are spread out, alienated, and rarely if ever get the feeling of a third space or place to wander without spending money. While money is certainly being spent on Target, in a weird way I can see how it tickles a small part of the brain when you're out replacing a jacked-up appliance or grabbing some school supplies for your kid.
Maybe you could argue this goes as far back as the enclosure movement or that the only time it felt pronounced was within the past 50 years or so, but it's a weird flocking spot for those clearly experiencing an emptiness or lack~3~. This is a case to maybe feel less anger and more pity~4~.
Actual pain. Like a lack of object permanence, but for periods of time. What is that called. Am... Ambrosia, right.