Every Day Counts Like Crazy

  When you see  -> everybody <- is a carved up Halloween pumpkin,  smiling with a light that's flickering 🔥 I spill my guts so you  can  "totally understand" Take a listen: Mastered By Chad Caroland at Raptor Smoke Records Additional Mastering and Production @DAVIDFRANCISCOMUSIC  Written and Recorded by Joseph G.

  W a t e r W o r l d ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ D e c e m b e r i n E n g l a n d, i t r a i n s q u i t e a l o t, a n d s o m e t i m e s i t r a i n s f o r a w e e k . M a r c h i n N a m i b i a, t h e r e ’s h a r d l y a d r o p , w h i l e i t’ s p o u r i n g a c r o s s M o z a m b i q u e.  I h e a r d t h a t i n C u b a, i n o r d e r t o s c u b a,  t h e y d o n ’t n e e d t h e r a i n , n o t a t a l l. I k n o w i n V e r m o n t, t h e y d o w h a t t h e y w a n t, i t r a i n s i n t h e s pr i n g a n d t h e f a l l . N o w a l l o f t h e s e p l a c e s, y o u s e e i n t h e f a c e s, a w o n d e r i n g, q u e s t i o n i n g l o o k . W h e n t h e y s e e k t o d i s c o v e r , a n d r e a d w h a t w i l l h o v e r , i n t h e s k y l i k e a m a g i c a l b o o k . T h e y s q u i n t a n d p r e d i c t w h a t w i l l h a p p e n t o m o r r o w , s o m e d a y s w i l l b r i n g j o y, s o m e d a y s ...

*there's a song at the end*      At the ripe old age of 23, 4 years ago, I stood in front of the mirror and did a double, triple, quadruple, quintuple take. Was this really my fate? I rushed over to the computer to open an incognito tab and research my options... Minoxidil, sodium laureth sulfate, Rogaine, transplant surgery, laser night caps, adhesive wigs, etc. I closed the laptop and decided on the quickest and cheapest option: A bottle of Jamaican Black Castor Oil from the hair products and accessories store near my house: Golden Mart Beauty Supply. --> Directions  Dilute 1 Tablespoon of Castor Oil with 1 Tablespoon of Coconut Oil  Apply to the scalp and massage for 3-5 minutes with fingertips, using small circular motions. Cover hair with shower cap.  Wrap the shower cap in a towel soaked in hot water, trapping in the heat and activating the oils. Leave in for 3 hours before washing. I did this routine a grand total of 2 times before putting the bot...

      So I work for a "Wilderness Therapy" program.   We provide a structured and safe wilderness backpacking experience for teenagers and young adults to work through whatever issues they might be facing (or not facing).  The "students" are backpacking continuously for 3 months. The "guides" work an 8 day shift.  This is a story that might give you some insight as to what the job is like. P.S.   there is a song at the end. ―――――       After 5 days of being ostracized, made fun of, and systematically rejected by a group of 3 teenage girls that have bonded most over their shared disgust for me, I unexpectedly burst into tears during my TC (Truth Circle) share.   The topic was, "What does the word 'parents' mean to you?" At this time every night, we all sit in a circle around the fire and share from our hearts about the question. Laura (name changed for privacy) was the last person to sit down, and instead of taking the obvious ...

Human nature blows. Sometimes I hate myself resent structure  but drown in freedom. I want what's next forget the past when's the update? diet and exercise meditation a partner will only carry you till the next breakdown . when you're waiting for a ride with your thumb out by your side Human nature blows.

- Written for :  Michael Carmichael - I just bought a new (to me) used car, and I want to vomit. Every time I turn it on, I'm sure that it will fail. The dealer smiled and took my cash, the websites say it's going to last, I got the Carfax, paid the sales tax, and checked the Kelly Blue. I brought a friend, and during the spin, I asked, "What would you do?" He said, "bla, bla, bla, value, bla, reliable, bla, bla, toyota, bla, i mean it's not new, but, bla" and "ultimately, it's your choice". Tuning him out, and feeling the doubt peeking up through the rich and black soil, I acknowledged the age, and the chipping of paint, the dents, and the very small trunk. The weird looking gauge, and the powerful rage if, this man is just selling me junk. The transmission could tremble, the boosters could burst, the fluids could bubble and drip, the motor could drop, the roof could just flop, the bearings could stumble and slip. Or just bursts into flame...

My mom is standing with me in line before saying goodbye at the airport,            and most people are stone-faced, waiting to check-in to their flight.  Mom is singing "kingdom kids" definitely loud enough for the people around us to hear.                       They remain silent and stare forward. She recognizes friends in multiple other lines and walks over to                        talk with them,                        hear their plans,                        and take a group selfie.  For no immediate reason, she befriends the woman in front of us  and even remembers her name when she says "bye-bye Kristin have a great flight!"                  ...