Morning Ritual — 4.14.22

Come home with a win.
I don’t think you’ll like that.
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth
are never alone or weary of life.
Turning a crisis into a catastrophe.
When you bring a smoke bomb, when you bring an automatic weapon, wear a gas mask, in a very methodical way, injure and attempt to harm innocent, that is terror.
Shareholders are worse off now.
Consumers don’t need another price increase from a guy like me.
It’s time for our government to get serious about shared sacrifice.
Unless they’re able to prove they’re developing some kind of [revolutionary secret weapon] it’ll be tough to justify the purchase of 35,000 units of an erectile dysfunction drug.
A tool geared towards confrontation.
I wanted to capture the precarity and mourning that can build inside a home, and inside its inhabitants, as the weekend draws to a close.
I will never fuck you again
You’re one of the faraway mapmakers now
the scent of pine, then gone.
There actually is a proper way.
It feels like there’s no point in continuing.
We’re in a post-truth apocalypse.
If you want to have a good and long life, sleep now, not later.
For those who expect everything, there are many curses.
For those who appreciate everything, there are many blessings.