Mornings come later now, permeated with scent of harvest, green and red and the bright orange of the Harvest Moo.
Morning air, heavy with moisture seeps through my pores into my bones. I see roiling ships caught in rough sea, their fortune a deity’s toss of dice, or whim. Ships laden with treasure, sailors desperately loved. Synchronistic vision, on a placid pond three ships sail a fine sunny regatta. No longer await on the sickle, deep fade of harvest beckons to prescient chores.
Night storm. Dream of dread, exulted mortal fantasy? Blowing into dark legends, hungry ghosts lick onto shore, howling. Sea reclaims land, seeping semen into soggy womb, engenders crises of coming change. Halflings gleam, seek succor of moonlight peeking through, veiling black cloud visions. Portents scream, drowned in thunder, rage caught, flails in reverberating wind. * * * * Huddling against terrible storms, warm, safe, together. May we dream out dark weather in gentle peace.
..."The #Biden administration has boasted of the record number of new #businesses created since Biden and #Harris took office. There have been 19 million new business applications in that time. Harris said she and Walz are setting a goal of 25 million new business applications in their first term. Their plan, they say, is to “kickstart…more young, small."...
the kind of both sidesism I want to see from mainstream media is where they show as little respect for Trump as they do for the people who are actually playing by our rules
Perhaps we are in the hallway of a great reckoning.
Mother Earth is old, tired, sick of slatternly bastard brats pulling her teats, calling rude names, fucking her over and over
Mad Earth grumbles loudly, threatens to rescind Her bounty. Men of ill will, men of destiny, no interest in acting honorably as good stewards of God’s Creation, proudly proclaim their birthright to pillage, to plunder, to prey upon chaos, annihilation.
These people valued patriarchic hierarchies, perhaps as being easier to control. They made sin of bodily gratification, pleasure, fun. They devalued the Earth, intra or inter-species cooperation, the eco-sphere, the kinds of interdependence that lead to appreciation of each connection. They embraced harsh competition, violent confrontation, winner-take-all. They favored the wealthy and powerful whose ends justified any abhorrent means. Their moral code was about restrictions, not remedies.
It seems to me that these people are mistaken when they claim to be at war against Satan, because the God they worship is the God of Evil, Destruction, Death, and Despair. Yet, there are other gods with other values. How did this group gain so much control over mankind? Why do we hate our lives?
how about we have experiences, with other people, like, you know, conversations and sports and games and block parties and whatever you enjoy -- no need to buy