I remember hearing a nascent version of this message as a child, when I was told that to allow my heart to hurt for the suffering of AIDS patients was tacit support of their “sin” and therefore a sin in itself.

I wish I could get the fuck out of here. Already thinking about going home to the west coast when the shooting starts, even if it means being homeless but not in a camp

More tragic news. Big fan of the Gang of Four. What a bummer.

news just keeps getting worse and worse

welcome the the friendly skies, my friend. (oh, me and oy are living in the 'Boro tese days, we should get together.

Christ Almighty, these are terror ridden days.

Few material things can provide perspective. This does for me.

Photo of Otto Frank, returning to his family’s hiding place. In 1944, an informant betrayed them and the family was sent to Auschwitz.

His wife (Edith) was murdered, his daughters (Margot & Anne) died of Typhus.

also: Fuck Facebook. It's a CBGB's-level toilet. (this is the actual CB's toilet. I threw up here once)

gratuitous picture, 'cos the '60's Kay looks so lovely in it

@joncrawfordmusic.bsky.social From Munchies to Soundbank, to the tiny spots in Pomona where I backed you on bass. You can't escape me Crawford. You can run, but you can't hide. Bwahahahahaha!!!!!

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And I thought watching my hometown burn couldn't sting more. This has already been a long year.

use it and expect quality content like tis from me:

And Mme Guillotine thirsts for our justice.

Tall order. Why couldn't this be happening when I was still a fit 19 year old punk rock psycho? I'll do whatever I can, and kick and scream when I'm dragged out the door anyway, though.

I take no pleasure in being right about this. I wish the high road would have worked. It never does.

I fucking love that Innsmuth sink

same, and I dunno. Currently drinking brandy and amaretto, listening to Queen, and hoping work picks back up.

serious question? where do we go from here?

it gets harder and harder to not just start crying as soon as I get up in the morning. It's clearly a big distraction to dazzle and fascinate while the horror's machinery are built. There's no nice way out of this.