Psychedelic drugs being used to treat mental illness in East Tennessee

Phantom Thread - This film will be remembered as a classic over and above the classics

Masterfully and entirely novelly Written and directed by P.T. Anderson, this film is absolutely great in every respect. Run the credits. It all bends sharply toward cinematic perfection. DD Lewis, and Vicky Kreips are hynotic. Eleven out of ten, so where's it been for the last seven years? I never understand this temporal gap between the release of great art to the public and my cognition of its exitence. I have a very strong hunch that it has something to do with the marketplace. No problem.

Glass Beams - Full Performance (Live on KEXP)

Kim Deal/ Breeders - Safari

Letter to Memphis - Tromp Le Monde

Dope Lemon - Stonecutters

My Pineal Gland, Knuckled Violence, Paternal Pride Arising Eternal, and Robert Frost. (September 17, 2022 through August 17, 2024)

After slapping the shit out of the side of my face, and after I pleaded for another, he delivered immediately, but not in keeping with my request. In lieu thereof, he nailed me right between the goddamn eyes with a left hook, causing a flash-bang in my face, shocked and surprised bones and underlying tissues, and watering eyes. Even greater than the pain was pride's powerful rising, never to recede again, I suspect. In the days that followed, I recognized the love that made my obits and nasal cavities ache with just the right dollop of pain. And in those same days, the violence seemed to coalesce into the area between by two brows, so it wouldn't surprise me at all if all those calcified, rust-henged obstructive, chakrac seals were broken open when his beautiful fist came 'round and tagged me right in my fucking face. But, what's truly sacred is what it broke loose in my beloved aggressor. Exactly 23 months in the making. And let us not forget how his dear mother would have literally expanded outward with pure and perfect maternal pride, and ex-spousal delight, as well. But she wasn't, and in the words of Robert Frost, "that has made all the difference."

Parry the Wind High, Low

Real Estate - Stained Glass

Real Estate - Somebody New (Official Audio)

Younger Than Yesterday

Airdrop

Antifa

Real Estate - Horizon

"Saw it on the wall, 'Motherhood Means Mental Freeze'."

Why Don't Appalachian Women Dance?

I confine this to real Appalachian women who have not enjoyed the swelling experience of attending a college in an urban area because of generational poverty, unintended pregnancies, religious indoctrination, backwardness and ignorance. In narrowing the question, it seems I've answered it.

A Prisoner's Path to Nature (The In-breath is the trailhead)

Even assuming the human "inmate," which is a euphemism for prisoner, is in "administrative segregation," which is a euphemism for solitary confinement, she is not segregated from nature. In fact, one of the most intricate manifestations of nature, a universe unto its self, is fully present at all times -- the human body that shares the stars. It is observable through all of the senses that it has developed -- a self observing manifestation of the whole of itself. The inmate thus observes, through the body itself the diaphram as it moves, the heart as it beats, the central and peripheral nervous system as it fires, the body's capacity to process food and water, its wonderful ability to shed, to regenerate, to resist gravity itself with muscles and bones, and to stand wiithin constant protection by its brilliant sheathing. But most fascinating of all is the singularity with which these functions operate; When the inmate recognizes that, the observatory is constructed within her otherwise closed quarter. She cannot be denied the temporal proximity of this marvelous generation of life so long as it continues to breathe from the surrounding air, which is the life-enabling hallmark of a singular, yet fractal life. This is available through Thich Nhat Hanh's universal in-breath, maybe late at night, while the others rest within their bodies unaware.

Arcade Fire - We Exist (Official Music Video)

Four balls of gravity

Feist - Century (Live on KEXP)

Crooked Dice

Louie c k stands for "causes kancer."

Of the soul sellers and truth tellers. Louie C.K. is one of the worst people on earth, not necessarily because he exposed himself to noncomplict women, but because he folded the shame back into a comeback tour where he exploited his own experience, not to for any redemptive reason, but for cheap laughs that made him and his brand even more unnecessary millions. Please die and ressurrect George Carlin. Louie CK causes cancer. It's perfectly acceptable to hate this stupid mother fucker.

Elephant Revival - "Wildfire" (Original by Mandolin Orange)

Elephant Revival "Remembering a Beginning"

Don't let the Pimps of Materialism sell you a dream home on Mars, or tri...

Elephant Revival - Ancient Sea

Elephant Revival - Cosmic Pulse

I am thankfully old now. Just leave it on the porch, if you don't mind.

The Ultra Violence: Ron Wallace, Hugh Huddleston, the Lillelids, the Hispanic baby, Bubba, Adam Kelly, Glass Eyed Rick on Short Mtn., Jeff Fye, Clarence and Mary Gallop, . . .

All cut short. These are the ghosts and institutional ranks of vilany from Alex DeLarge's "ultra violence," vibratting like battery operated plastic cocks, withn the anal reach of the Appalachian ethos, by my own account. This is Appalachian American Ennui. Bloody as blood sport blood cock fights and blood banks split wide open and spilt down porch steps and bloody stairwells from bloody bodies and their bloody body holes. Blood on blond bangs and behind little ears and baby seats. "Hold his fucking head under to the bubbles quit." Rage threw that dead baby against the wall on the West End of town. Clarence and Mary, old coupled, kicked to death so Tommy and Eddie could pawn their sentimental keepsakes and re-up with new bags of nose blow. Face shot off. Shot and run over. Bubba's face shot clean off. Rick got his glass eyes shot out when his lights went out. Jeff got killed by a detective. Shot all to fuck. Split wide open. And that's not all. I both advocated for and actually liked them both. Client kills client. Shot in the mouth. Shot in the mirror. Shot in the gullett and the solar plexus. Shot in the phone. Goddamn Steve Barnard shot Nate Ivy's leg clean off at the knee. Barnard now lies in that subterranian stinkng. Little girl burned up beside her daddy wearing my gift from the day before around her neck. Same age as my daughter. Her name was Amber Sumner. Judge Ben Strand caused the Kline boy to kill himself. Juvenle injustice times infinity. Now Ben lies stiking, too. "Fuck you, Judge Strand," lamented aloud in open court from the black man who had grown internally free from his serial sentences. Consecutive. Consequential. Lie there stinking up your subterranian six feet, Judges Strand, Beckner, Brand, Hagler, Johns, Mooneyham, Thomas, Scalia, Roberts, Cavanaugh, Barrett, Gorsuch, Slone, Taylor,. . . . Even if you're not even dead yet. My Hancock County client then instructed his new victim: "Now turn around, you mother-fucker, so your guts will spill down into the holler." That's what.

Elephant Revival - Echo's Rose. The Zenith of the Two Most Beautiful of all Art Forms - Music and Dance

Heroin

Heroin's now neo-heroin and not like the China White or black tar in the daze of days past, when Chinese Opium, Afgan Poppys, and Italian seafaring transmissions ruled those days. While that provenencial substance is still present, so is fentaal and MDMA and a littlen blow if she get's really lucky. But, most graciously, they get charged in the singular with possession of a schedule two narcotic, salvaging them from some rogue ex-prosecutor who's probably killed people, who is situated in dark red upper quarter office in east tennessee from charging for them with all four. "Smoke it if you must, but please don't spike" has been my sage counsel for decades to my many sad stories who have fallen off the bluff in the different levels of awaiting hell, which is their last best hope. But they rarely listen. Methadone maintenence and the concommittant rides to Newport or Mosheim six days per week. They have no drivers' licenses, so family gets called up. Forget about he lies for now, though they're innumerable as a sea sand shards and the size of the centuries, epic and seemingly global when fitted up against the ones they have to tell to cover up their progenitors. It makes them much sicker. Problem: doing those days in custdy draws into what's left a hideous and abomidable withdrawal that feel like the killer body flu coupled with a massively deep depression and most unpleasant bodily reactions. But if they do stay clean their reward is oftentimes the death because the next time comes the spike is the last time. Their tolerance has been drastically mitigated on account of the forbearance, and death's doors swing wide for them. I've known so very many. Ubiquitous are the active spikers who, upon the recovering inoculant's release from custody, ring their rectangles.

Beck - Modern Guilt Full Album (Extraordinary Collection)

Donovan - Hurdy Gurdy Man (Official Audio)

Fight Club Soundtrack - The Opening of the Most Honest Film Ever Made

Beck - Orphans

Little girls in leotards and human competition are tools

Tools of capitalism in the aggregate to further divert the attention of the stupid masses from social injustices created by the monster itself. Fact, goddammit.