Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Buck Up Buttercup #pezoutlaw

Everything about life seems so urgent right now.
Winter's in Michigan seem to have that effect.
I was thinking last night about ways to soften my image.
Maybe if I write the best post ever written about Kittens that'd do it.
Hey it's possible, not likely, but possible.

I seem to have more questions than answers right now.
see Are we who we think we are or are we who others se..

After Pez Outlaw, I intend to retire.
new profile pic captures my essence

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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

More Tin Foil #pezoutlaw #hollywood

Before I start let me tell you that the conclusion you're about to jump at is wrong.

There are listening devices in our TV's, computers, those free standing devices you talk to, your cell phone n now your Dish TV receiver.
We are voluntarily bugging ourselves.
These devices are patiently waiting for us to talk to them with our requests, which means that they are listening.
Yes this bothers me, I do not have a cell phone, my computer does not have a camera n the microphone is turned off, at least I think it is.
I will never own one of those devices that you ask questions.

That said here's my real complaint.
With all the things that companies sell us to listen for our every want, I feel like the one person on planet Earth that these things do not want to listen to.

Case in point.
I try to use twitter n facbook, but I now have had my account frozen on many occasions by twitter.
It would appear that this desire to spy on people does not apply to me.
If twitter is any indication all these devices I fear are listening to us 24/7 would turn the mike off on me.
It would appear that I wear them out with an endless stream of consciousness, TMI.

It feels like These devices that are always listening hear my voice n say, OH GOD NO, shut the mic off I just can't bare listening to any more of him.


When we're young we say a lot of foolish things, thinking somehow that day will never come.
Now I spend a lot of time listening to Willies Roadhouse because it takes me bake to a simpler time.

You think about your legacy.
Are these my footprints?
Washed away with time.
Is this my attempt at immortality?

I've become the thing I used to seek.
I'm torn between two directions.
Is this about gifts squandered?
Or survivors guilt.

A screed about selfishness n pride.
Said in few words, hopefully without harm.
Rejected after hearing about loss.
Leaving me without words.

This is best.
The grand rant seems indulgent.
Can words alone bring revelation?
The Preacher rarely wins hearts.

A single persons loss touches me deeply.
Withdraw the excuse, choose differently.
Bewildered, I continue.
Better has passed.

I still dream.
Hope lives.

Writing posts for the Asylum is a very interesting process. When I started Twilight, the intended subject was very different. While mulling over the content, life intervened n I gained a new perspective.

After Pez Outlaw, I intend to retire.
new profile pic captures my essence

Pez Outlaw Diary