Generalizations and oversimplification are the tools we often use to paint the picture of our reality. Because it’s so common across the cultural variations of humanity, we’ve grown to not only accept this form of delusion, but we most often expect it from those around us. Being the person crying bullshit leaves you to the scrutiny of everyone else’s unified emotional distortion. That feeling of being in the majority of a consensus far outweighs the isolation of knowing better. Understanding too much is a lonely fucking existence. Falling prey to the manipulation of an ideological agenda is perfectly fine as long as you are not all by yourself. This form of social policing is how we learn to fit in with the herd so to speak. How information strikes us is every bit as important as it’s validity. Emotional temperament provides the valence for dictating the path we guide our understanding along. This is why the discovery of that consensus as being misguided leads to some form of emotional panic. You see, prevailing through everything we know is how we feel. Feeling accepted for following this herd is much more comforting than being right for thinking independently. Suggesting that more understanding is necessary to properly evaluate a situation puts one at risk of being identified as nonconformist. Too many of these, and you’re soon ignored for your participation. Goddamnit, no one wants to be in this situation. The purpose of the group is often overshadowed by belonging to something bigger than a single solitary life. There’s never been a single tyrant, who single handedly managed to overwhelm an entire society alone. Hell, Napoleon Bonaparte wasn’t big enough to fight a small band of children, let alone a group of grown men. Yet, his social influence created the empire we know from history. Not all circumstances have the capacity to achieve this type of social evolution, but far too many of the modern issues of today are deeply rooted in the perpetuation of special interests of the few, because the many are too afraid to question the supporting supposition. 


Social capacity has given our species the throne to all other known forms of life. The words derived from the symbols developed to share ourselves with each other is unique in its complexity. The availability to deliver intentions to others, even when we don’t maintain an intimate relationship with them is unique to being human. This expression of what lives within our conscious being fills our life with purpose and gratification. The diversity of what that means to each of us is as diverse as we all are as individuals. With all of this power, and knowing full well the capacity contained within it, why do we still struggle to make better use of it? When it comes to building out a life that lifts those around us, and empathizes their suffering, and casts a shadow of hope, we constantly circle back to our own inability to cope with the conversation within ourselves. All that evolutionary drive to connect and communicate with those around us presently, as well as those we encounter outside of today, yet captured in the context of the isolation as an individual, with the realization of mortality. This very human condition is also the human dilemma. It would appear that very few of us fully come to terms with this dilemma, and the vast majority of us ponder it to our final days. Obviously this is the core of why we bend everything we encounter to something applicable to our version of what we can emotionally digest. Rationalization takes precedence over understanding when it comes to broadening our capacity to be a better version of ourselves. Often times accepting what we know takes a backseat to managing the more powerful emotional response life elicits. This internal quest to calm the noise within our consciousness has been present as far back as 70,000 years as best we can tell. Much earlier than this, homo erectus ornated shells and similar objects with designs, obviously attempting some form of expression. The desire to express ourselves has been present for most of our evolution away from the other primates. Could this be the mutation giving our species the preference over all other forms of life on earth, or is this the spirit we identify as God within the notion of immortality. Regardless of what degree you can identify and transform this expression into creativity, there lies the hunger to define a purpose and a reason for why each of us were born. Maybe the fear of being left out is built into our DNA, and our innate tendency to attach our interpretation or version is a safety mechanism exposed by shame for not understanding something. Recognizing we’re alone and not knowing any peace with that could be the driver for this entire circumstance. We are born to struggle like all other life, only we are the ones able to enhance that existence by molding the moments of our reality. Shaping the circumstances, and influencing the outcome. We all have the potential, only few realize that...








dreams of delusion 

ideas from beyond  

notions all yesterday  

there’s no right

trading comfort in

every second wasted

hope is falsifiable  

rationalizing from irrationality  

life portrayed fiction  

chain linked lies

 no peace within



   “...Italian frico breakfast” 

reconnecting fraid ends

piecing together tomorrow  

marginalizing the details

rejoicing from spirit  

exhausting demented intentions  

fusing dislocated honesty

 embracing hearts desire 

forgetting turbulent discrepancies  

petition for dedication  

acknowledge true struggle  

mention said vulnerability  




 “...Artisan Corned Beef” 

 deliver your best

volatile outcomes reflect  

possessed by gratitude 

driven from purpose  

anticipation through development  

 clinched by nostalgia 

soothed from sensational  

 tendered for conformity 

pasted as reformation  

seen over experience  

lived beyond peace



  “...Hawk Moth”  










  “...The Runtswich 👀” 




   “...Toledo Torpedo 🗿” 




   “...Naked Truth⚜️“ 


 Within all of us lies this turmoil of unresolved chaos. Expectations are this chaos mastered into reasonable understanding. Outside that boundary lives the fear and anxiety of the unknown. As we cling to the emotional state surrounding the known and expected as a security blanket for anxiousness,  we harbor the notions of the possibilities in that sea of unknown. This hope gives those embracing such a chance to look up and believe in a better tomorrow. Unfortunately, those trapped in the victim state, dwell in despair for the continuation of their disbelief. No matter which side of the situation you fall to, the polar opposite of these expectations is disappointment. Here in lies one of life’s biggest challenges, learning to cope with the turmoil of these powerful emotional tender boxes. This binary struggle takes place with every single decision we make though, it’s just not as magnified within every outcome. The higher the emotional significance, the louder that expectation resonates its deep seated reverberated impact. The good news in all of this is the simple fact that each of us has the volume control for how we view our own life. Too High or Too Low are avoidable with our insertion into these strings of decisions. Chaos serves no identifiable agenda, it’s just what fundamentally makes up everything before it’s conversion to relevance. Learning to mold that conversion is all the power there is. Finding your way is accepting that for your life. Prosperity is being present in the moment equally to the power of that moment...





  “...The Jerry Garcia📿” 




  “...Brunch @ The Archer💰”




  “...Philly Burger Snack Size🧠” 



 Gratitude is the last piece of this human capacity story. When we learn to budget gratitude against our emotional compulsive impulses, we extend our capacity to navigate the emotional binary jungle of chaos and order. Failure to recognize the significance of that hiarchy of indulgence leaves the mind helpless against the roar of the emotional echoes resounding from your fears. We chase gratitude like a wanting puppy searching for the comfort of its mother. That state of being is debilitating to hope and prosperity, thus the entrapment becomes all of life’s struggles wrapped around every single decision. You are frozen in the memories of the past, you twist into far greater significance than the actual moment they transpired. Only each time you rely on their emotional charge, their impact diminishes causing you to enhance their relevance to reality. Soon you are disenchanted and disconnected from that foundation of prosperity. Then everything is chaos... 







  “...Breakfast @ 2:00 p.m. in the afternoon 👅” 




  “...Fresh Calamari 🤡” 


Theres a really good chance that you won’t ever read this, given the low number of acknowledgements for even recognizing its existence. It’s just the way things are and nothing else... 

























































#dreams I’m never going to see