Brand New Trash Can

Brand New Trash Can

The worlds most expensive trash can run up 10,000 dollars but hey it’s made out of gold leaf stainless steel! What a catch! 😀

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Amazing! Now, look at this trash can! All of what it holds is of importance! I can’t convince you to buy it because it’s merely a trash can. It’s meant to be the storage of what you don’t want. So who cares anyway, about a brand new trash can?

What if you don’t have to touch the trash can? Some trash cans come with a lever that pops up. How convenient! But if you press too hard on some of these machinery trash cans, the lid can pop up too quickly! But at least you don’t have to touch the lid! You need only grab the handles to take the bag out!

Have you ever used a trash can, that takes out the trash for you – without you ever having to touch the bag? At the expense of this example not going too out of hand – what are you even throwing away, if you don’t want to carry the bag? Is it even worth the investment to buy one of these expensive trash cans? What if you were offered a trash with various buttons and surprises?! Would you be willing to accept the offer and at what cost?

Sometimes when sharing sensitive data you should preface it with a warning. In fact, if there’s not a warning at all – you can’t be surprised when it spills on the floor. When the word gets out on the internet there’s no coming back. *Screenshot, Crop, Repeat! * You can also renew and make your own with a new version that can’t be traced to the original source. That’s the beauty and danger of the internet.

Anything goes and can be uploaded again or reconfigured without your direct control. This is a free space and feeling that brings joy but also misery to those who wish to wield power over their creations. You ain’t got power although limited through various media hosting sites.

Trying to stop the internet is like trying to stop the snow. (I see you popping around the corner Mpls! :D) It keeps on falling and can provide any range of resources. From ‘Sooo cold you can’t talk outside to having nice weather even with the snow. The Brand New Trash Can is an indication of new and old information – also the midterm elections in the U.S have encouraged everyone to sell their brand new trash cans! Headlines, advertisements, everybody wants you to spend your money and buy into a story! It’s the game of life – Some channels are worth seeing while others aren’t.

Somebody will buy it, the numbers don’t lie but neither does the trash! Everybody should know when it’s time to take it out – the nose never warns you much like a surprise of another brand new trash can!

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Cranberry Blues

Cranberry Blues

“Whose ready to have glacier and stone cold water to travel down to your esophagus?!”

NOT ME.

Whenever you can finally drink a glass of water, think about how different it might taste if it was surrounded by ice. Ice cold water can be refreshing or it can be a rude reminder that sometimes, being too cold makes you an asshole. Ice in water also plays a significant role in disguising bad water. So, why not be room temperature or something that tastes refreshing or even something that’s lightly chilled?

In the same way – hot foods can be incredibly inconvenient when hungry. Picture it: You order food at a restaurant but you came to the restaurant extremely hungry. So you’re talking shit with your friend and learning about their day and you’re sharing yours – *but you can’t seem to stop thinking about what you ordered.* The fine expectation that there is also a dessert to be eaten. Until Bam! – Your food finally arrives but only flaming hot!

You want to eat it but you rather wait till its cooled down as to not burn your tongue. That’s when you remember: ice cold water doesn’t help any when you’re hungry, you still have to wait. So many people come to the same place you attended! To make matters more complicated – you ordered at happy hour!

You see; from the perspective of the shoe, you don’t know what it’s like stepping into all kinds of shit – with your bare feet. From the perspective of the hand, you don’t want to know what it’s like picking up what the shoe contacted. From the perspective of the glove – it’s worse than what anybody can conjure up!

All of this to say, lately, I had a bad case of Cranberry Blues!

I got a bad case of cranberry blues. It’s hot. It’s the kind of machine that makes one lust aimlessly. Don’t care who’s in my way – I got to unlock the satisfaction. I turned the key and the ignition is burning oil. I’m getting somewhere even though I’m near empty. My hands are shaking. I can’t keep the steering wheel center. I’m about to ready curve to the side of the road.

There’s a house down yonder with a sign that reads: “come”. I can’t be the only one thirsty when the invitation is plastered on the street signs. I walked in and noticed a jug of ice water sitting on the table. Just before I could pour me a glass, a lady in a blue dress asked me how I was paying? I told her:”usually water is free but I suppose this time, she could put it on my tab.” She inquired my name, address, and place of work – for she had never seen me come into the establishment before.

I told her never mind who I am, that she should trust – that an honest man always pays his debts. I turned back around to grab the glass but it nearly fell off the edge. I managed to catch it before it fell. She smiled at me and told me to wait there. Before I knew it she came back in a cranberry dress and now I got a bad case of cranberry blues!

Th3 R3sounding 3

Th3 R3sounding 3

What is it about the number 3 – that finds itself in a charm box? Could it be that 3 is ‘lucky’? Or at least special because of the magic associated with it? “3 is the magic number, oh yes it is!” There’s a lot of reasons to believe that or to draw out connections that correspond with that idea but math has a way of spinning truth or illusion depending on which set of rules you’re using.

The number 3 will have a different association come next year but as it stands now – a flashback of experiences rush through me like lightning. Rarely do we keep up and remember all of the ways we are invested in the activity of daily living. Going to parties. Drinking with friends. Sharing a smoke with the homie. Eating a great meal with loved ones. All of this can happen at any time and become a practice of natural circumstance. If you don’t write down the way these connections are formed you can easily forget them unless they are stored properly. *At least for me, I write it down and forget about it until the occasional reading again.*

Life keeps on going and art helps us remember some of the details we have missed. 2015 was an incredible year for me and while I try not to always look back, sometimes I find myself staring at the things of the past. That year, in particular, had me hooked on purple high – which transformed so many of my experiences.

The purple vortex is so large it has a tendency to color all 2015 with a wide toothbrush as if that’s all that ever happened that year. Obviously, a lot of other things happened, but if you ask the red and blue from Minnesota – all the colors besides purple were all joined together to make a white space. (In other words, it didn’t exist as much as purple) 2015 was also the year I found out, I had to make the difference in where I wanted to go. I was no longer a passenger in someone’s car – I was the chauffeur of all my dreams.

Looking back like Lot’s wife means turning into a pillar of stone. Our memories and reactions to them are forever emblazed in statues. They live on. History is doomed to repeat itself under a new set of circumstances. It doesn’t matter what decision you make today, tomorrow may scoff at it or adjust it like a painting that’s hanging crooked on the wall.

We can’t help to correct or even re-imagine some of the actions of the past. I had a burning need to convey whatever was hot on my heart. Sometimes I succeeded at the vision while other times I just planted a seed that would mature within time. The time has come – after three years, reflection begins to take over. You look back and see those seeds and think of new ways you can remix or remaster.

Creating as a hobby is not the same as creating professionally but the focus of the creator is the same – to create and manifest. Someone may get it while others may get it only to a certain point. The begging question is – Will I be doing this even if money was not involved? Magic never hides its tricks but it may disguise itself in unfamiliar colors.

So what is it about some time periods that stick out to the creator? Maybe the details were not fully crafted or maybe – the fact that something done 3 years ago is enough to excite one to build on it currently. I should point out that 3 to me is a charm. There’s a flow of consciousness that is found in any number. Adding or subtracting can connect to any relevance one believes seriously enough to accept.

Anything can be a message or a window to a fresh perspective. What resounds me about 3 is how much we’ve convinced ourselves of its purpose in our lives.

“1 and 1 and 1 is 3 – got to be a joker, he just do what he please!”

“There is me and then there’s 3 – a trinity of Spirit, Soul, and Mind. Shell. Yoke. White. Past. Present. Future.