EARLY MORNING COFFEE

Perhaps it's a double underwear day. It does not look like it's going to go over sixty, very much like yesterday, and yesterday because of the chill I felt sluggish and slightly irritable. Years ago I would not have noticed, but I am an older and more finely attuned being now. Though less sensitive to hippie auras and the karmic beauty of natural people and their meaningful stuffs.

Probably one of the many reasons I could never live in Mill Valley or the Haight-Ashbury. Plus I'm allergic to apple cider vinegar, to say nothing of manuka honey and ayahuasca.
And the subtle smell of patchouli from antique free-spirits.
Roaming around being very spiritual.


Also, I'm incredibly jealous of people who can wear tee-shirts in this weather. I personally am not comfortable so lightly dressed. Which is why I bundle up like an eskimo for the first pipe of the day, when it's even colder and more bitter outside, and the folks pooing their dogs are too frozen and gloomy to object to the smell of tobacco and haven't started walking their kids to school and demonstrating how one is supposed to act by persecuting smokers, meat eaters, and capitalist stooges. So that junior grows up saintly and pure.

What junior really needs is a nice juicy porkchop.

Instead of the gluten-free shredded wheat with tofu milk that you're feeding him. He's looking a bit peaky. Washed out. He needs some animal protein. Feed him a can of tuna stat to put some colour in his cheeks! Tuna salad, croutons, and a generous layer of fried dead animal bits. Then hand him a toy pistol and send him out to play icegoon and minorities, like other kids his age. He's not a hot house flower, stop treating him a fragile little genius.
He'll never grow up to be a shaman or an artist anyhow.
And some people smoke. Get over it.


I'm just not a very positive person when it's cold and dark. And I tend to be negatively inclined. Please don't imagine what I would be like if I were stuck in the ghastly barbaric states. Might even have saw blades fixed to the front of my armoured pick-up truck for running down rednecks and fat slobbos wearing MAGA hats. You folks are so lucky.


By the way: Everyone in Alabama, Mississippi, and Texas is defective.
And they should come to terms with that.
I'm just saying.



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