Still the Apocalypse
Youse know who you are: if you really love me, you must desist from inviting me to join the facebook machine. In the name of all that is good and living and holy. Uh, call me?
I love my mullet. Having no photos nor camera, I am unable to share it with you poor deprived souls. But that's how I'm distracting myself these days from the impending doom and the screaming need to thrash against it (I'm talking about the state of the world, here, not about the inside of my brain. For once). Emergency mode all the time is like ta kill ye; or even most of the time, as I've discovered.
So here's me living: with a pair of scissors in my hand and a big pile of hair in the compost. And talking to seeds and earthworms and a spider I saved from drowning in the tub ("look at you, you little cutie! Look at you go!"). Criminy yeek.
What a relief to find I can hate society and really love life at the same time. It's easy, the Derrick Jensen (TM) way! Seriously.
I love my mullet. Having no photos nor camera, I am unable to share it with you poor deprived souls. But that's how I'm distracting myself these days from the impending doom and the screaming need to thrash against it (I'm talking about the state of the world, here, not about the inside of my brain. For once). Emergency mode all the time is like ta kill ye; or even most of the time, as I've discovered.
So here's me living: with a pair of scissors in my hand and a big pile of hair in the compost. And talking to seeds and earthworms and a spider I saved from drowning in the tub ("look at you, you little cutie! Look at you go!"). Criminy yeek.
What a relief to find I can hate society and really love life at the same time. It's easy, the Derrick Jensen (TM) way! Seriously.