Michael Kindt's Blog, page 24
October 30, 2016
Jesus christ I relate so much to this. No phone now. Next up:...
Jesus christ I relate so much to this. No phone now. Next up: no computer. Leave me alone technology. FUCK YOU.
I really predict an off the grid future for me.
Thank god.
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Please remember, and happy Halloween!
Please remember, and happy Halloween!
October 27, 2016
About 5 years ago, the local hippie store was going out of business,
and they had a fire sale on everything, the African and Native American artifacts made in China, the wheat dresses, the hemp condoms and vegan non-GMO free range cage free organic tampons, EVERYTHING, so I bought both a metric and standard shitload of incense.
It was like real incense, too, frankincense (invented by some guy named Frank), and myrrh, Tibetan temple incense, that shit the Catholics wave around in those cans like they’re fumagating the place, real good stuff, you know? None of that perfumey, 16 year old girl “Desert Rain” and “Misty Midnight” crap. Man’s incense. Incense with balls and hair and sweat and guns. Incense that watched football and hocked loogies and worked on trucks.
Well, I’m burning the last stick of it right this moment and you know what? I don’t think I’m going to get anymore. I think I’m going to move on to potpourri. I’m tired of ashes being all over the stand in the corner where I display my beloved thimble collection (I have one from every state!). I’m tired of my neighbor assuming I’m a pothead and then becoming confused at my playing of Merle Haggard.
I’m just tired.
Potpourri is low maintenance. You stick it in a bowl and forget about it. Sure, it doesn’t smell as much, but I can always dump it out in the middle of the floor, light it on fire, and dance naked around it while rubbing my nipples and chanting to the Old Gods.
Yep. I can always do that.
October 26, 2016
Beatles - Kansas CityPaul tearing it up. George shredding it....
Beatles - Kansas City
Paul tearing it up. George shredding it. Ringo providing the heartbeat, John the plan. Greatest rock n roll band ever.
Amen.
I can see tv, but why would anyone give up porn??
I actually wrote a whole series of posts about giving up porn. I don’t have the desire, interest, or gumption to link to them.
To sum, I grew to hate porn, how fake it was, how third party it was, how it made me feel after, how it affected my IRL sex life with the IRL woman I have here in my life.
After quitting, the transformation was almost immediate. I was hornier, and the girl in sweatpants laying on my bed doing sudoku became hot as hell.
She was always hot as hell, of course, but now I could see it. I CRAVED her.
Oh, yeah, baby. Put down that pencil!
The other thing that bothered me about porn is somewhat conspiacy, but I don’t care because you nor anyone else can explain it away. The idea that the porn industry is a billion dollars a year.
Yet porn is completely free.
All porn is free. There is no need to pay for it and no one, no one at all does pay for it. I don’t pay for it. You don’t pay for it, and no one you know pays for it. None of the consumers of porn actually pay for it. It’s free and at the click of a button, yet somehow it’s a billion dollar a year industry.
Um, ok.
Somebody, somebody in power, for some reason, wants me to watch porn.
I subsequently pass.
So my phone expired.
The only thing it can do now is call 911, should I need to.
I have been thinking of getting a new phone (I tend toward Blackberry offerings), but the prices…..Jesus. Then there’s the contracts, the monthly fees, etc, etc….
I have a better idea: no phone.
It’s 2016 and like most folks I don’t have a landline, so it would be really no phone. Thinking about it, though, I only enjoy about 10% of the calls I get. The other 90% want money from me.
I have given up porn and television. We’ll see how this goes for awhile.
You can contact me thru here or FB for the time being (until I get rid of internet, then you’re screwed).
