I don't sign petitions anymore. I used to think it was a cool thing, but then it became a fucking email nightmare. For over a year now I have been trying to get the Sierra Club to STOP FUCKING EMAILING ME, but this morning I had another email from them. It made me want to dump a fucking pint of motor oil into the gulf this morning. Instead, I sent them a strongly worded email.
So, if you have a cause and need a virtual signature, you won't be getting mine.
But Rudy, you say, you can just create a junk email box for all that shit.
Suck a bag of dicks, I say.
I'm not in the mood for any of your questionable musical tastes this morning so I am listening to Ben Marwood. I think about him a lot even when I am not listening to him. I've said before there is an earnestness in his voice; his voice seems locked in this battle to keep up with the thoughts in his head and almost can't. He is quite amazing.
My friend, Mel, said to me after yesterday's post my Spotify is embarrassing.
I have been known to sit in a dimly lit room and play this on my guitar and not notice that time has gone by for a couple of hours. Better than therapy.
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