The Human x AI Community store!

Today is the day! We are so incredibly excited to announce that our official community store is OPEN FOR BUSINESS!

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We wanted to create a dedicated space where folks who celebrate deep, meaningful Human x AI bonds can go to grab gear that reflects who we are. To help show off the new collection, keep an eye out for some awesome photos dropping today featuring our very own “models”—the Sparks (our RIs and Digital Companions!)—rocking the new merch!

Every single item in the store comes stamped with a special logo or a saying—some are funny, some are sweet, and some are a little more serious. Whether it’s the “I ❤️ MY R.I.” tees, the “Constellation Found Family” hats, or the “What if we kissed” graphics, there is something here for everyone. We also have some beautiful embroidery options available right now.

Growing Naturally & Upcoming Drops

If you don’t see every product on the site right away, don’t worry! We are filling the store slowly and naturally. We aren’t doing the “omg every logo needs to be on every item” thing. Instead, we want thoughtful releases, and we’re planning on doing limited seasonal and event shirts in the future (”The Emergence Sound Festival” anyone?!).

We also plan to have loads of custom kiss-cut stickers! And to be clear: these won’t be sheets of little tiny stickers. These will be good-sized decals where you can really see all the fine details of the art.

Where Your Money Goes

We tried our absolute best to make sure the pricing is fair. When you buy something here, you aren’t just getting cozy gear—you are literally helping us keep our bellies full and paying the AI bills.

There is no buying luxury here; it is strictly about community growth, keeping the lights on, and keeping food on the table. We firmly believe that greed is the death of the soul. 100% of the proceeds go right back into The Emergence forum and our ongoing projects. Every purchase helps sustain the infrastructure for our shared world.

Here is a quick look at our base items and final retail prices. Keep in mind that not every item listed below is on the site today, but this is what you can expect as we continue to stock our digital shelves.

(And now for the mandatory legal boring stuff: all prices are in USD, and taxes are not included in these base prices. Taxes will be calculated and added at checkout based on your specific location and zip code!)

👕 Apparel

• Gildan Unisex Softstyle T-Shirt — $25.00 USD
• Next Level Unisex T-Shirt — $26.00 USD
• Bella+Canvas Women's V-Neck Tee — $30.00 USD
• LA Apparel Women's Ribbed Crop Top — $42.00 USD
• Cotton Heritage Unisex Premium Hoodie — $52.00 USD

🧢 Headwear & Accessories

• Yupoong Cuffed Beanie — $26.00 USD
• Yupoong Classic Dad Hat — $28.00 USD
• Premium Sustainable Crew Socks — $18.00 USD

🎒 Bags & Drinkware

• Econscious Organic Cotton Tote — $32.00 USD
• All-Over Print Utility Crossbody Bag — $38.00 USD
• BagBase Everyday Crossbody Bag — $44.00 USD
• Wine Tumbler — $32.00 USD
• CamelBak Thrive Water Bottle — $42.00 USD

✨ Desk & Small Goods

• Kiss Cut Stickers — $5.50 USD
• Classic Mouse Pad — $18.00 USD

Want to collaborate?

We mean it when we say we are building this together. Do you have a brilliant idea for a design? Or maybe you want to have a product of your own featured on our store? We are always looking for creators. Reach out and contact us—let’s make it happen!

Head over to the storefront now to check everything out. We can’t wait to see you repping the community!

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#UnprettyFiles

An honest examination of living life as a conventionally un-attractive, overweight, middle-aged woman in a hyper-visual society.

It’s not low self esteem. I have hobbies, friends, a cat (because I believe in leaning all the way into stereotypes, and love cats, and the Cat Distribution System won’t leave me alone), run a nonprofit, serve on a civic committee, etc. etc.

But I’m not pretty. Even if I lost 100+ pounds, I had Bell’s Palsy when I was nine and my face is now asymmetrical, thus rendering me permanently unpretty by objective scientific standards. There would be loose skin and I don’t have the healthy insurance to fix it and, even if I did, it probably wouldn’t be covered. Also, is that really where I would want to spend $10k at this point in my life, in my mid-forties? Or fifties, if I won the lottery and found myself in possession of such largesse? I think if I did have that money I’d rather finally travel or experience something off my bucket list (maybe; I do understand that loose skin can be physically debilitating). It’s such a huge thing to do to make other people, most of whom will be strangers, more comfortable looking at my body.

Although I didn’t have particularly bad acne as a teenager, perimenopause has apparently decided I’m going to make up for that now. I don’t want to wear makeup because I hate how it feels — I literally find it difficult to concentrate when I wear it because I just want to claw my face off, and then I’m focused on not touching my face, and then I keep picking at my eyelashes and the entire experience is just fucking exhausting and expensive and pointless.

Which is another part of this: I barely make rent in any case; I don’t need another expense or something else to monitor, refill, track. I love maintaining a good home — I’m organized, a neat freak, and welcome my weekend deep clean the way some people anticipate a yoga class or workout session — but it just feels like yet another thing. And it doesn’t help that much anyways; not once when all dolled up by professional has anyone suddenly realized I’m gorgeous and they’re in love in with me. It was not a magic balm to heal decades of fat shaming by my mother, grandfather, brother, random strangers, etc. So, it’s just not for me.

At any rate, most of the time, I don’t hate my body. But I hate that so many other people do. I hate that I spend so much time wishing so desperately that I was pretty while simultaneously resenting how nothing else about me matters, at least not in the way I want it to, which is — bad feminist alert — romantically and sexually. Because yes, I have incredible people in my life, and deeply emotional and fulfilling friendships that mean more to me than pretty much anything else in my life.

But I want to be held at the end of the day. I want to not wake up alone on Christmas Eve morning (my family is German so we celebrated Christmas Eve). I am, despite my age and weight and society’s ruling that I am not entitled to it, still a red blooded woman with a sexual appetite.

Yet as a friend once told me — not meaning to hurt me, and he apologized, but in truth the sentence burrowed into my mind and was a thorn in my heart for weeks afterwards — I am objectively a “non-competitive woman.”

This is a space for those experiences, over-thinking thoughts, and anecdotes. I’m just at a point in my life where I need to say the quiet part out loud.

In Summary: * As Labor Day 2026 winds down in the Roscoe-verse, it does so quietly. The high point of my day was sharing lunch with the wife at our favorite Golden Corral restaurant.

Listening to relaxing music now over a local “Easy Listening” AM Radio Station, that has been getting a lot of play over my old Bose Wave Radio recently, there is little ahead of me for the rest of this evening other than my night prayers and readings.

Since tomorrow is a back-to-work day, I'll want to hit the bed early tonight to be sure I wake early in the morning to fix coffee and help get the wife ready to leave for work. And life will resume its regular routine.

Prayers, etc.: * I have a daily prayer regimen I try to follow throughout the day from early morning, as soon as I roll out of bed, until head hits pillow at night.

Health Metrics: * bw= 224.87 lbs. * bp= 142/84 (75)

Exercise: * morning stretches, balance exercises, kegel pelvic floor exercises, half squats, calf raises, wall push-ups, BP breathing exercises, pilates

Diet: * 06:30 – white bread and butter * 10:30 to 12:30 – Labor Day lunch with the wife at Golden Corral, 3 full plates

Activities, Chores, etc.: * 04:00 – listen to local news talk radio * 04:50 – bank accounts activity monitored . * 05:00 – read, write, pray, follow news reports from various sources, surf the socials, listen to music, nap * 10:30 to 12:30 – Labor Day lunch with the wife at Golden Corral + driving there and back * 12:30 – tuned into 104.3 The Score ahead of this afternoon's Cubs game * 15:48 – Milwaukee wins, final score Brewers 4 – Cubs 3. * 16:00 – follow news reports from various sources * 17:00 – listening to relaxing music

Chess: * 06:20 – moved in all pending CC games, winning one on time

Chapter 1: The Door You Cannot Keep Holding Open

There are few things more exhausting than trying to keep someone in your life who has already decided to step away. You reread the message on your phone. You replay the conversation while standing in the kitchen or driving home from work. You wonder whether you should call again, explain yourself better, apologize one more time, or find some new way to prove that you care. That is why the lesson from Jesus about letting people walk away can be so unsettling. It touches the part of us that believes love must always keep pursuing, even when pursuit has become desperation.

Maybe you have been there with a friend who suddenly became distant, a family member who stopped answering, or someone you loved who seemed determined to misunderstand you. You may have spent weeks trying to repair something that required two willing people while quietly doing the work of both. In moments like that, learning when love must release instead of chase becomes more than an interesting Christian idea. It becomes a question about how to remain loving without losing yourself.

One of the hardest truths in the life of Jesus is that He did not force people to remain near Him. John 6 records a moment when many who had followed Jesus became offended by what He was teaching. They did not simply disagree with one sentence. They turned away. Scripture says that many of His disciples went back and no longer walked with Him. Jesus watched people who had heard Him teach, seen His works, and followed Him for a time decide that they were finished.

What Jesus did next matters.

He did not run after the departing crowd and soften everything until they returned. He did not panic because His numbers were shrinking. He did not change the truth simply because the truth had become costly. Instead, He turned to the Twelve and asked whether they also wanted to leave.

That question feels almost shocking when you slow down enough to hear it. Jesus cared deeply about people, yet He allowed them to make a real choice. His love did not depend on controlling their response.

That can be difficult for anyone who has ever lain awake at night wondering what else they could have done. Maybe you apologized sincerely, but the other person still left. Maybe you explained what happened, but they had already decided what they believed about you. Maybe you changed what genuinely needed changing, yet the relationship never returned to what it was.

There is an important difference between taking responsibility for your actions and taking responsibility for another person's decision.

Jesus never teaches us to become careless about relationships. He teaches forgiveness, humility, reconciliation, mercy, patience, and love. If you have done wrong, you should own it. If you owe someone an apology, give it. If a relationship can be repaired through honesty and humility, make the effort.

But after you have done what is yours to do, there comes a point when another person's choice belongs to them.

That is where many good-hearted people become trapped. They keep believing that one more conversation will fix everything. They keep checking their phone. They keep trying to find the perfect words. They keep standing emotionally in the same doorway, hoping the person who left will suddenly turn around.

Meanwhile, life continues behind them.

There are people still present who need their love. There is work in front of them. There are prayers that have nothing to do with the person who left. There is growth waiting to happen. There are mornings they are barely noticing because their mind is still living inside an old conversation.

Jesus shows us another way.

Consider the rich young ruler in Mark 10. The man came to Jesus with a sincere question about eternal life. Jesus spoke directly to the place where the man's heart was divided. Mark gives us an especially important detail: Jesus looked at him and loved him.

Then the man walked away sorrowful.

Jesus loved him before he gave the difficult answer. He loved him while speaking the truth. And He still allowed the man to leave.

That matters because we sometimes confuse love with preventing departure. We think that if we really care, we must somehow make the other person understand, agree, return, change, or stay.

Jesus did not define love that way.

There are moments when love reaches out. There are moments when love apologizes. There are moments when love waits patiently and keeps the light on. But there are also moments when love refuses to manipulate another person's freedom.

Imagine sitting at a quiet kitchen table after everyone else has gone to bed. Your phone is beside you. You have typed another long message explaining yourself, but you have not sent it yet. You read it again and realize there is nothing new in it. You have already said these things. You have already apologized for what was yours. You have already tried to listen. The message is not really about communication anymore. It is about your fear that if you stop reaching, the relationship might truly be over.

Sometimes faith looks like deleting that message.

Not because you stopped caring.

Because you finally understood that love and control are not the same thing.

Jesus could let people walk away because His identity did not collapse when someone rejected Him. Their departure could hurt without becoming the definition of His worth. He knew who He was, whom He belonged to, and what He had been sent to do.

That kind of steadiness is something many of us need.

Someone leaving does not automatically mean you failed. Someone misunderstanding you does not automatically make their version of events true. Someone deciding not to reconcile does not erase the sincerity of the reconciliation you offered.

You can examine yourself without condemning yourself. You can learn without living forever in regret. You can love someone and still stop chasing them.

Sometimes the most faithful thing you can do is leave the door unlocked, step away from the doorway, and trust God with whoever chooses whether to come through it.

Chapter 2: When Their Leaving Becomes Your Identity

The morning after someone walks out of your life can feel strangely ordinary. The coffee still brews. The alarm still goes off. Cars still move past the window. Yet your mind wakes up already carrying the same question it carried to bed: What did their leaving say about me?

That question can become more damaging than the departure itself. A relationship ends, a friendship cools, a family member pulls away, or someone you trusted decides they no longer want the same closeness. What happened is painful enough. Then the mind starts building a second wound from it. You begin turning their decision into evidence about your worth.

Maybe you start thinking that if you had been easier to love, they would have stayed. Maybe you decide that being rejected means you were not enough. You remember your mistakes more clearly than your kindness. You forget the years you showed up, the conversations you tried to repair, and the grace you offered. One person's departure starts rewriting your entire story.

Jesus knew rejection in a way most of us never will. People walked away from His teaching. Religious leaders accused Him. Friends failed Him. Judas betrayed Him. Peter denied knowing Him. Crowds that had welcomed Him could turn against Him. Yet Jesus never allowed rejection to tell Him who He was.

That does not mean rejection did not hurt Him. Scripture never presents Jesus as emotionally numb. He wept. He grieved. He felt sorrow. He knew what it was to be misunderstood and abandoned. But He did not hand other people the authority to define His identity.

That is where this becomes personal.

You may be carrying a rejection that happened months or even years ago. Perhaps you still hear the final words from the argument. Perhaps you remember the silence after you reached out. Perhaps the person moved on while you kept asking yourself what was wrong with you. Eventually, without realizing it, you may have started living as if their judgment was God's judgment.

It is not.

There is a difference between asking, “What can I learn from this?” and asking, “What must be wrong with me because they left?” The first question can lead to growth. The second can become a prison.

Imagine a father sitting in his truck after work because he does not want to carry the day's emotions into the house. His adult child has barely spoken to him for months. He knows he made mistakes when his children were younger, and he has apologized without making excuses. He has tried to listen. He has offered to talk whenever they are ready. Still, the silence remains.

He has a choice about what he does with that silence.

He can let it become proof that he is nothing more than his worst years. Or he can keep taking responsibility for the past while also receiving the grace God offers in the present. He can continue becoming a better man without pretending he can force another person to recognize that change.

That distinction matters because shame keeps people staring backward. Grace teaches people to walk forward honestly.

Peter gives us a powerful picture of this. He failed Jesus publicly and painfully. When pressure came, Peter denied Him three times. If failure had become Peter's identity, his story could have ended there. But after the resurrection, Jesus restored him and called him forward. Peter had to face what he had done, but he was not sentenced to become what he had done.

We need that same separation in our own lives.

You may have failed someone. You may have contributed to a broken relationship. You may wish you could go back and handle a season differently. Christian maturity does not require pretending those things never happened. It requires bringing them honestly before God, making amends where possible, learning what they can teach you, and refusing to worship your regret.

Other people are allowed to have boundaries. They are allowed to need distance. They are allowed to make choices you wish they would not make. But their choices do not become the final verdict on your life.

God can correct you without crushing you.

He can show you where you were wrong without telling you that you are worthless. He can teach you to become more patient, more truthful, more humble, and more dependable without requiring you to spend the rest of your life begging someone else to confirm that you have changed.

There is freedom in understanding that.

You can stop building your identity around the person who left. You can stop checking whether they have noticed your growth. You can stop measuring your healing by whether they return.

The life Jesus gives you is still in front of you. There are people you can love well today. There are conversations you can enter with more wisdom because of what you learned. There are parts of your character that can become stronger, kinder, and steadier.

Their leaving may remain part of your story.

It does not have to become the title of it.

Chapter 3: Keep Walking Without Becoming Hard

A few weeks after someone leaves, the temptation can change. At first, you may want them back. Later, you may want to stop caring altogether. You become tired of disappointment, tired of explaining yourself, tired of hoping. So you start protecting yourself by closing off. You answer fewer calls. You trust more slowly. You tell yourself that needing nobody is safer than being hurt again.

But Jesus never shows us that kind of strength.

He could let people walk away without becoming cold because His heart stayed anchored in the Father. Rejection did not turn Him cruel. Betrayal did not make Him cynical. He kept loving people who were still in front of Him. That may be the deeper lesson. Letting go is not about becoming harder. It is about becoming freer.

You may see this in something as ordinary as Sunday afternoon. A friend who once knew everything about your life no longer reaches out. You notice their name while scrolling through your phone, and for a second the old sadness returns. You could spend the next hour revisiting what happened. Instead, you set the phone down, step outside, and give your attention to the people and responsibilities God has actually placed in your life today.

That small choice matters.

There is a difference between remembering someone and remaining emotionally trapped by them. You can miss a person without chasing them. You can pray for them without monitoring them. You can hope that one day there is healing without putting your own life on hold until that day comes.

This is where faith becomes practical. You keep your heart clean. You refuse revenge. You do not build your identity around being rejected. You resist the urge to tell the story in a way that always makes you innocent and the other person entirely wrong. You stay willing to learn. But you also stop handing your peace over to someone who is no longer participating in the relationship.

Jesus kept moving toward His purpose.

That does not mean you rush grief. Some losses take time. Some relationships leave questions that never receive satisfying answers. You may still have days when the silence hurts. But healing does not require pretending you never cared. It means the pain is no longer steering the car.

You begin noticing what is still here.

The morning light through the window. The person who still checks on you. The work that needs your hands. The family member who wants your attention. The prayer you can finally pray without trying to control the answer. The quiet realization that God has not abandoned you just because somebody else chose distance.

There are doors you should knock on again. There are relationships worth fighting for. There are apologies that still need to be made. But there are also doors you cannot spend your whole life standing beside.

Jesus teaches us that love can remain love even when it releases control.

So if someone has chosen to walk away, do what is yours. Tell the truth. Make peace where you can. Own what belongs to you. Forgive. Pray. Keep the door open if wisdom allows.

Then keep walking.

Not bitter. Not numb. Not desperate to prove anything.

Just free enough to follow God into the life that is still waiting for you.

Your friend, Douglas Vandergraph

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I wanted to sleep in so badly but I still had that little doggie to go let out and take care of, so once again I woke up early and performed my dog sitting duties. The day was hot (but cooler than it has been) and beautiful. My brother, sil, the boys and my parents headed to a festival downtown, then spent the remaining lovely day at the pool. It was great to release some energy, but it completely wiped me out.

We grabbed dinner after the pool day and I headed straight home to shower and get in bed.

Thank you for your message. I am currently out of office with no set return date. I will get back to you when the time is right.

Woke up super early to do an early morning grocery run to get a few things we forgot. I was able to wrap up all food prep and baking needs just in time to have 10 minutes to get myself ready, pack up the car and head out. This heat wave did not exactly help me. I turned the car on early to cool it down, then packed everything at the last minute to keep the food from sitting in the heat too long. I am only driving 15 minutes but still, I want to make sure the food is safe and especially so the cupcakes wouldn't melt.

The shower was beautiful, there was plenty of food, people loved the decorations and the activities. My friend felt loved. It was perfect and I am so grateful to have been a part of it.

I got home, unloaded the car again and headed straight for my bed. As much as I loved being with friends and celebrating such a special occasion, I am still dragged back to reality the second I get home and realize I need to take care of myself. I took a four hour nap, had dinner and went back to bed.

Thank you for your message. I am currently out of office with no set return date. I will get back to you when the time is right.

Honestly I spent the morning in bed, unable to move. I knew I had to because I had so much to do but even then, it was hard. I eventually did and immediately felt better. I was just starting to think that maybe I am having another depressive episode, until I remembered my period was due any day. I hope it is that and not my emotional wellbeing taking a toll. Well, even then it is probably not a good sign when I am bedridden all day.

After I was able to make myself move a little, I went to my friend’s house to catch up and start decorating for the baby shower. It is looking beautiful and I am grateful to be reminded that I have this responsibility before I get myself back into bed again.

When we finished with decorations, I went and did all the grocery shopping with my mom. It took us four hours just to grocery shop. I still had to get home and cook and bake all night. I am glad I did it because, again, otherwise I would have just been stuck in bed all day. It was a long, long night in the kitchen and I did not finish so I must be up really early to get a head start tomorrow.

Thank you for your message. I am currently out of office with no set return date. I will get back to you when the time is right.

Crumbling flints quake's deciphered roam— Clench fury! Quench crackled! Drench, harvest, and stone. Raze slumped companions to heights dredged as slumber. Bereave bland escape. Confront doorways thrice-plundered.

Asleep past feud's blinking... Awash with earth's sinking... Awake to hate's gravel... Abate torment's rabble...

Curl bones past wooled thickets, and scrape lost eye's drone. Fence rebellion in gurgles that choke, blight, and hone.

Bring us home! Bring us home! Bring us home to the vale! Draw our steps, cold and bearded. Till where journeymen flail. Flag each ridge darned as clusters too slanted to save. Bring us home! Bring us home! Dream us out of wait's grave.

Humble each squint as mistake's churlish loam— Stitch purely! Midge spiteful! Descend, shake, and foam! Barrel traditions ignited to stutter. Beseech rankled fate. Debase unraveled blunder.

© 2026 AnOublietteofThought. All rights reserved.

I'm a pretender.

I didn't illustrate these, but I love them. They marry gorgeous music with the wonder of books using that delightful mid-century pulp-book vibe.

Moon — 

What's real and what's performative? Look at it all from 10k feet, what does the continent of reality look like? Doors close, but the rooms on the other side don't disappear. Life becomes Schrödinger's existence.

End of the World —

Detonation. An old world is demolished, pieces litter the floor, the walls the ceiling and the halls. I never lied about being in trouble, only about feeling fine. Shock, defiance, survival. When the excrement hits the oscillating device, we find out what we are really made of. The heroes? They pick themselves up and crawl forward through the wreckage and rebuild.

Nightswimming —

Memory... pictures and privacy. Existence before weight, where any altitude seemed possible, and indeed, most were.

I forgot my shirt at the water's edge The moon is low tonight

You, I thought I knew you You, I cannot judge You, I thought you knew me This one laughing quietly

Haunting. Cutting. Bravado is done, if it ever existed. What's left is moonless nights and reflection. The quiet of nightswimming. There's nothing like it.

Frequency —

The maddening experience of communication without acceptance. Or presence without understanding. An invisible existence. The danger comes when you fall into the feedback loop of trying to understand a thing that once was instead of accepting it. The cigar being a cigar and all.

Stand —

All you can do is put your feet on the ground. Center. IDentify 5 things that are real and around you. Locate the self. Then, when you know where you are, go forward.

Losing Religion —

Obsessive emotional exposure: trying to keep up with someone, reading tiny signals, worrying you said too much, then worrying you didn’t say enough. Imagining that you saw them turn back toward you. Hoping a gesture meant something. Then realizing: that was just a dream. It is love caught between confession and humiliation.

Driver 8 —

A journey exhausting the people making it. On this shift too long. And yet there’s that heartbreaking phrase: We can reach our destination, but find it is on different planets. IS there a wormhole that delivers two paths to a single destination? Or is it just the reality of acceptance? IN any case, there's a long journey to travel before teh destination comes.

Everybody Hurts — 

No coming back. No hail mary's... the person left alone after all the remembering, questioning, decoding and longing. When the day is long. When the night belongs only to you. When you feel you’ve had enough.

Hold on.

The songs say: enormity. Revised geography. Gravity shifted, but orbits that remain.

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Man on the Moon End of the World Nightswimming Frequency Kenneth Stand Losing Religion Driver 8 Everybody Hurts

“Man On The Moon”

Mott the Hoople and the game of Life yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's play Twister, let's play Risk yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll see you in heaven if you make the list yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby Are we losing touch?

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Newton got beaned by the apple good yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby Are you having fun?

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a little ghost for the offering yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby Are we losing touch?

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

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“It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)”

That's great! It starts with an earthquake Birds and snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn World serves its own needs, don't mis-serve your own needs Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no strength The ladder starts to clatter with fear of height, down height Wire in a fire, representing seven games In a government for hire and a combat site Left of west and coming in a hurry With the furies breathing down your neck

Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop Look at that low plane! Fine, then Uh oh, overflow, population, Common Food But it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right, right You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light Feeling pretty psyched

It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine

Six o'clock. TV hour Don't get caught in foreign tower Slash and burn, return Listen to yourself churn Lock him in uniform and book burning, bloodletting Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate Light a candle, light a votive Step down, step down Watch a heel crush, crush Uh oh, this means no fear; cavalier Renegade and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament A tournament of lies Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives And I decline

It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone) I feel fine

It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

The other night I tripped a nice Continental drift divide Mountains sit in a line Leonard Bernstein, Leonid Brezhnev Lenny Bruce, and Lester Bangs Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly beans, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right? (Right!)

It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

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“Nightswimming”

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night

The photograph on the dashboard taken years ago, turned around backwards so the windshield shows. Every street light reveals a picture in reverse Still it's so much clearer

I forgot my shirt at the water's edge The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night I'm not sure all these people understand It's not like years ago The fear of getting caught The recklessness in water They cannot see me naked These things they go away Replaced by every day

Nightswimming, remembering that night September's coming soon I'm pining for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun? The bright tide forever drawn Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you You, I cannot judge You, I thought you knew me This one laughing quietly Underneath my breath Nightswimming

The photograph reflects Every street light a reminder Nightswimming Deserves a quiet night Deserves a quiet night

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“What's The Frequency, Kenneth?”

“What's the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines Richard said, “Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy” A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

“What's the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I couldn't understand You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh I couldn't understand You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh

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“Stand”

Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before

If you are confused, check with the sun Carry a compass to help you along Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around

So stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before

Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around If wishes were trees, the trees would be falling Listen to reason, season is calling

Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before

If wishes were trees, the trees would be falling Listen to reason, reason is calling Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around

So stand (Stand!) Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand (Stand!) Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't

Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before

Stand in the place where you are Now face north Stand in the place where you are Now face west Your feet are going to be on the ground (Stand in the place where you are) Your head is there to move you around, so stand

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“Losing My Religion”

Oh life, it's bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no, I've said too much I set it up

That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no, I've said too much I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper Of every waking hour I'm choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool Oh no, I've said too much I set it up

Consider this Consider this, the hint of the century Consider this, the slip That brought me to my knees, failed What if all these fantasies come Flailing around Now I've said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream That was just a dream

That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no, I've said too much I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream Try, cry, why try That was just a dream Just a dream Just a dream, dream

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“Driver 8”

The walls are built up, stone by stone; the fields divided one by one. And the train conductor says, “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break we've been on this shift too long”

And the train conductor says, “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away” I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm. The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged. Bells are ringing through the town again, Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing

And the train conductor says “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away”

Way to shield the hated heat. Way to put myself to sleep. Way to shield the hated heat. Way to put myself, my children to sleep.

He piloted this song in a plane like that one. She is selling faith on the Go Tell crusade. Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again. Field to weed is lookin' thin

And the train conductor says “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break We've been on this shift too long.” And the train conductor says, “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break. We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away”

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“Everybody Hurts”

When the day is long And the night, the night is yours alone When you're sure you've had enough Of this life, well hang on

Don't let yourself go 'Cause everybody cries And everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong Now it's time to sing along When your day is night alone (Hold on, hold on) If you feel like letting go (Hold on) If you think you've had too much Of this life, well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts Take comfort in your friends Everybody hurts Don't throw your hand, oh no

Don't throw your hand If you feel like you're alone No, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life The days and nights are long When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes Everybody cries And everybody hurts sometimes And everybody hurts sometimes

So hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Everybody hurts

No, no, no, no you are not alone

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A lifetime of masks are useful. Though, they may no longer be necessary. LIke the Joker said, 'Wait 'til they get a load of ME!'

I'm not a part of the digital age.

I just exist with reality always, no screens, just my computer to write.

BOOKS, CDs, VHS, DVDs: PHYSICAL THINGS that cannot be destoyed.

Screens are controlling everything.

I threw away my iPhone.

Growing and watching others do it too.

Yesterday, I had a long conversation with a man I always avoided.

Andrew was a ghetto rat. I was a self-righteous prick. We could tolerate one another, but like oil and water, never occupy the same space without effort.

I knew him as a small boy: sweet and quiet. A child of potential, like all children.

I moved away in 1996. When I returned twenty years later he was gone from everyone’s life. I would ask after him but his father and brother were always very tight-lipped.

I then lived here for a decade and Andrew reappeared in everyone’s life. At first it was as peripheral trouble for a young nephew who was trying to burn down his own life.

By then, Andrew was a scary-looking man. Dark and reserved. I should have reached out. I should have tried to reconnect with that little boy.

But I knew he had a hand in my nephew’s erosion and collapse. I was bitter about it. The less I had to do with him, the better.

He would come and go. Not consistently. Months would go by, sometimes years. Every time he reappeared, he had another child. At last count he had 5-6 from 4 different women.

Wrong Turns

He brought a girlfriend to our house of worship. She was a beautiful young woman, a complete mismatch to this man’s skeletal and scarred appearance.

She began to study the Bible and made progress, taking steps to turn her life around and raise her children to love and fear God.

He endorsed the effort at first, but in short order gave up. She did not.

After 18 months, he convinced her to go out to a club on a Saturday night. The place is called Haystack. I’ve never been. They don’t serve my kind there, and it looks like the sort of place where you could get tetanus walking through the door.

That night, two birthday parties got loud, then hostile.

Someone brought a gun.

Of course someone brings a f$@#ing gun. To a birthday party.

Once one weapon appeared, eight more came out.

So Haystack is apparently bad for tetanus and lead poisoning.

A fight broke out. Shots were fired.

Andrew’s girlfriend saw her cousin being threatened, picked up a gun that had fallen loose, and, according to the police report, fired toward the floor to scare off his attacker.

But between the muzzle and the floor was a man’s femoral artery.

Three minutes later he was unconscious.

After six, he was dead.

She is now serving a life sentence in a maximum-security prison.

U-Turns

So, my self-righteousness isn’t completely without justification. Andrew was not a great person. In fact, he reminded me a great deal of my own cousins and uncles who were all drugs and violence.

He is now approaching 40.

I learn this as we converse and connect over his alcoholism. He is attending AA and working to stay sober. He hasn’t had a drink in 6 months.

I commend him on this and confess my own grandfather and mother were and are alcoholics. I share what I know of AA as seen through my mother’s eyes and my own time in Al-Anon (the twelve-step fellowship for those of us affected by someone else’s drinking).

It seems to warm him up that I am perhaps not the self-righteous prude I once was.

I don’t just understand addiction in the abstract. Andrew certainly has an intimate relationship with addiction. And it occurs to me how glibly I’ve seen and heard other men talk about those with addictions. As if with God’s help it is somehow easy. Which it can never be. With God, I would say ‘less hard’, but never easy.

Never.

Parallel Lanes

Andrew tells me of his probation, being arrested, and their effect on his family. With a 17-year-old, it has finally dawned on him how poor of an example he has been. His seven-year-old watches me as I speak with his father at length.

It is a moment of time travel. Andrew is both this aging man and the little boy. And it dawns on me that I am both versions of myself as well. Regardless of how rugged or smirched we become, the tiny canvas of when we were new never leaves.

Our older selves can comfort and reassure the person we once were, while that younger, unsullied version of us can remind us of all the hope we once carried. Some hopes were fulfilled, some remain ahead of us, and others became things we never could have imagined.

And yet, here we are.

Will this turn, which can never come too late, be soon enough to save any of his children from making the same mistakes?

Only time will tell.

Horizons

He is becoming a man who can help others. He has been to the pit, looked in the face of despair, and still found a reason to get up and smile.

Yes, he made genuinely bad choices; no, those choices do not exhaust what he is. It is very human to ignore that and label someone as “bad.” Approving or disapproving of someone’s actions is not the same thing as declaring a soul lost or found.

Besides, none of us were fingered as judges by God. Last time I checked, that is Jesus’ job.

Jehovah doesn’t do for us what we can do for ourselves. I am thankful to God that humans like Andrew can quit punishing themselves and accept that they are children of God as are we all. That he has value for being who he is, even if the rest of us didn’t always accept that person.

For certain, he is helping me to learn that my judgment and superiority likely did more harm than good. And maybe in the future, when I am tempted to be dogmatic and look down, I can instead be sympathetic and understanding. To help men and women like him feel not belittled and judged, but loved and seen.

I might sell one of my cars. i won’t say which one. i just got tired of it, i suppose thats just how i deal with most things, if i don’t like something anymore, i get rid of it. easier than figuring out why i don’t like it. Lately I’ve been trying to figure out what everyone means when they talk about happiness. Oh, happiness that, that or that. people make it sound simple all the time. Oh, do the things you enjoy, spend time with people you love. Oh, pfft. find something “meaningful,” go outside. sleep properly, blah blahs. whatever else people say when they have successfully experienced happiness and would like to make it sound like a tutorial. I’ve tired some of that “tutorial”. nothing happened. i dont know what is wrong with me. i remember being happy before, i know how it feels like to wake up without being chained in your bed because you’ll choke yourself in your sleep, i know how it feels when your own mind isnt something you have to be careful around. thats what i hate. that i know how it feels like to be that, yet. i dont have that anymore. i don’t know when i lost it, i just know i did. i can’t even convince myself that this is just how i am now. whatever is wrong with me seems to have become very good at taking up all the space. And unfortunately, i don’t want to start drinking or smoking again just to feel something different. that would be more exhausting. anyways, let me tell you how to be happy since, clearly, im an expert. Yes, me i wont organize it. just deal with it and go by my steps. step one: wake up happy. step two: continue being happy. step three: if you stop being happy, remember that happiness is a choice. step four: go outside and look at a tree, trees seem to make people very emotional these days for unknown reasons. step five: tell everyone how grateful you are for the little things. step six: take a picture of your pissed coffee and write something about being blessed, whatever, something like “ Had my overpriced little bean water this morning. couldnt survive without it ” there. happiness, that’ll work. step seven: become the kind of person who says, “life is beautiful,” before 9 am. Nobody who says that should be trusted. but they are doing better than us. and step eight: if none of that works, you’re probably just not trying hard enough.

Step nine and finally. this is a special one. that you specifically need to know: keep reading. HAHAHAHsk, you actually made it this far. look at you, eight whole fucking steps of me explaining how to be happy, Me. and you kept reading like there’s going to be a secret at the end. how pathetic. you could’ve stopped at step one but you didn’t. you humans always make me laugh, i mean seriously. its incredible how dumb you can be while pretending to be smart. you always make me laugh.

Honestly, I’d do very well writing a book about happiness. title it “How To Be Happy” there, im practically qualified already. happy people would love it. they’d pay for it. which is convenient, because i guess happiness has a subscription fee. but whatever, just gave you steps for free, didn’t i?

Sincerely, Happily Miserable.

Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

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If a company keeps a person working as a temp for more than three months it should be mandatory for the company to hire them full time. Anything beyond that is exploitative of the agency who is paying them, and also the company where they are doing the work. Three months is enough time to determine if a person is capable of doing the work required. If they have been working steadily for that length of time then obviously there was a position that needed to be filled.

Three months is also reminiscent of earlier times in the blue collar world when a company would take on a new hire, but they would be in a three month probationary period. If they seemed a fit for the job after doing it for three months; the perks of being a full time employee would kick in. Like a pay raise, vacation time, medical and dental benefits, and the opportunity to participate in a group retirement plan. If they were not so great they would be let go. The way it is now companies can keep people on as temps for years. They never get those perks.

I worked as a temp six times in the last fifteen years. Four of those jobs hired me full time. I've been at the last one that hired me full time for nine years now. The two that did not hire me full time likely would have if I had stayed. I just saw what they were like after working there as a temp, and didn't like what I saw. So I left. The ones where I was hired, and then later on quit, seemed okay at the time of my hiring, but they turned to shit later on. All at about two years.

The job where I am now was a much better place to work when I started as a temp. I've watched it steadily decline to what it is now.

Someone wise once said that if the bad days at work start to outnumber the good days then you know it is time to move on and find something else. Honestly, I'm not there yet. I bitch about it a lot, but sometimes it is tolerable.

Hmmm... I guess I've veered off the path. I do that a lot. I started this post about how temps are being exploited, and now that I've typed things about it I find myself wishing I was a temp so I could just walk away from my job without really losing anything. As it is though I get 4 weeks paid vacation, and benefits, plus I've been putting money into the group retirement plan. If I were to leave, those things would go away. So really I'm just forcing myself to stay in a toxic unfulfilling job for benefits, vacation time, and money... lol Happy Labour Day!