You know that run of mojo-less energy I’ve been experiencing the past couple of months? Well, it’s still ruling me like a jackbooted Machiavellian swine. Additionally, the Trump-fueled, COVID enhanced, Great American Dumpster Fire continues to flame on like happy hour at the Bottoms Up Club. Despite my best efforts to ignore it all and to bury myself in creative pursuits and attempts at physical, mental, and philosophical betterment, my mind continues to alternate between simmering like an unattended vegetarian chowder on life’s back burner and shutting down like a Westworld host with a fried motherboard.
Having said that, somewhere between all the hyperbolic burnt chowders and dead robots of my mind, I managed to go outside and walk around the woods a bit on Tuesday.
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I went with the goals of getting some macro shots and some autumnal porn, but in the end, I got very few keepers. No worries, though, because I was in the woods with my camera, not reading news in front of a computer or watching TV shows such as The Great American Dumpster Fire of A Shit Show, The Fat Orange Piece of Lying Racist Shit, Just Stay Alive a Bit Longer Joe!, or Let’s Make More Money to Buy Stuff We Don’t Need So We Can Temporarily Fill Life’s Void.
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I’ve also included a few shots of B from Monday night’s friendly with Frankenmuth. MPHS got destroyed, but B had some good moments. I think he’s starting to look forward to returning to playing club soccer and a scheduled indoor college showcase tournament in December. Fingers crossed it happens for him!
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OK, I’m off to scrub myself down like a circus elephant, get some work done, go to my appointment with the OG Mindbender, and run some errands before saying fuck it, sitting in my dog scented chair, and watching footy while enjoying whatever assortment of vices I can numb my mind with until bedtime.
Later.