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Archive for May 13th, 2008
here it’s mid-may. here i’m here. not seeing. i could go… to the woods. until the election. until after. nothing will happen. nothing new. we are in demographic hell.
the petrodollar is dead, they said. oil is pegged to the euro, it’s the oil wagging the buck. that was one of those tipping points of the end of the neo-realm. everybody’s laughing at what the punchdrunk giant can’t do. ha ha ha. <—everybody
in russia they’re high-stepping their weapons again but this time it’s like tupperware, maybe they sent every asian head of state a DVD demo tape of kill potential.
every econ fantasy satisfied. all authentic. all original. see the sharp teeth?
cannibalism.
maybe if i can’t see it, though, it’s really something else.
but i do know another thing, that everybody needs to email, everybody they know, and say, “every once in a while this is a dead rock in space.
“wanna see?”
all this makes me think the new investment opportunity is tranches of white working class voters over 50. as people age continuously and predictably, and white working class voters never miss an election, or die, there is no risk.
and the best is, sometimes they fall out the bottom, and turn nostalgic.
print your own money on that.
ha ha ha. <—everybody
is crushing me.
today the future is depressing, tomorrow maybe bossing me around.
this is the part where you get stripped down, right.
and then you get to be a warrior and stuff.
- our household car was burgled. not since the early 90s recession!
- my father-in-law, in his late 70s, is exploring adding geothermal heating to the house. i just found out!
in our ongoing effort to appear hip like the kidz, and to use the wrong number in our pronouns, repeatedly, did u c, it sed kidz, we present, via, a welsh farmer.
just a sec — ok.
hmm. um, while i fix our projector, why’n'cha go watch the movies where i found them. they’re about… ahm… “food and farming after peak oil.”
wait, before you go, you should know, there are electric tractors.
ring ring ring