Winding down the day and getting ready to slide into the weekend.
Day 14 of #BlogPals19 blogging challenge. So far so good, no real struggles to get something posted each day.
44 °F Mostly Cloudy
I was in a strange and vengeful mood. It had been a long hard day, and on nights like these, I am aweful to be around.
41 °F Clear
Sharing thoughts on why i take these evening walks.
Best experienced through headphones…
ant-people, something has happened that’s made me question the nature of my reality, a thread to follow…
the point of intersection between the human mind and suppression. i don’t think you will ever see me again. i achieved what i was incapable of.
the time wave,
i sent it.
the strong rule the weak and the clever rule the strong. the distribution of our current system is the deadly bank account. there is a dangerous underground operating in telepathic space.
dangerous adventurers who plan to outthink and displace the static fragmentation of our united class society, everyone living lives as a member of a particular class thinking every kind of thought without exception, stamped with the brand of class rubbing elbows and getting jostled in by the crowd.
This is Studs interviewing Hunter about his break out book Hell’s Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs:
“Epicurus’s idea of pleasure was sitting under a tree talking philosophy,” says the philosopher AC Grayling, author of What Is Good?
And being a lover of wisdom, I can relate.
Here’s some audio I recorded this evening while watching the sunset:
A stroll through the woods, reflection on art and fear, and a farewell to 2017. #Audio365
I went for a little stroll to work off the turkey and mince pies.