Don’t ride the line. The closer a motorcycle hugs the dividing line….the dumber they are. You don’t belong on the road at all. Get the the fuck out of the Black Hills. Your poor family gets asked how you died….”two-wheels made them feel immortal and king shit of who-cares-about anybody but me.” Your ignorance or confidence, hard to tell which, at your ability to not cross over the line doesn’t comfort anyone, you piece of shit. Don’t come to Sturgis. Don’t come to South Dakota, to exercise your death-wish-desires. Fuck you and your mom and the dumb faberge egg you rode in on.
Museum of Fine Arts
Boston
AKA
Keir Starmer = Fear Farmer
AKA
Marco Rubio = Moron Dumbio
John Thune = Jerk Loon
Donald Trump = Dumbold Hump
Larry Rhoden = Scary Foldin’
JD Vance = AB Dunce
Benjamin Netanyahu = Barftown Shitstain
To be continued…
Dear WORLD 🌍 🌎 🌍
“Nobody better than nobody.” All I care to hear at this point is your humble regrets. What could you have done better?
Weapons
Every week, from Norris Peak Road, I can hear somebody doing target practice. You’re doing it wrong. If I’m at a house where people live, amongst other houses, and I can hear you, go use one of those bullets on yourself. Oh no, did I hurt your ego because you love shooting guns? Then put the tip of your nose in the barrel of a gun, point slightly up and pull the trigger till it goes, “click.” Your fear is embarrassing. Your life is/was a waste. We all die eventually, you idiot. Practicing shooting a gun every week tells me you’re not very good at it in the first place and you flex for reasons you don’t even understand. Get a life, don’t get good at ending one.
Pain
Clean the house in my underwear
Life is a gift
Everything after costs a hell of a lot
Double-edged sword don’t give a fuck about which way the power happens to blow
Tip of it has truth
Almost like it’s pointing
These days…when I touch the guitar
It’s for my soul and nothing else
We’ll keep you in mind
Oh blow it out your ass
A soulless cabin would be lost
See it now, the amazing grace
Faulty Foundations & Glass Houses
As people, in 2026, we see our mortality so much that we lose our humanity. You can see power move in both directions. When it feeds people or houses them and when it creates a fancy new bomb capable of unusual destruction. Why do some, given power, decide to shirk their morality for some means to an end? Genocide is always a harm to the world at large (and micro). I’ve been alive on this planet for 37 years and I’ve witnessed war after war after war and looked at them with their shoes tied together and no real reason to even run in the first place. It’s embarrassing belonging to the human race with people that have too much, know too little and still want more.