GENTLE THOUGHTS

I’m depressed everybody

Not a lot to say. I’m entering into a true depression and it’s getting hard to hold on. But this Herbie Hancock song “Gentle Thoughts” always cheers me up. I first heard it tacked onto the end of a Quasimoto track called “Bartender Say” which I will also add in here too I think, as it has antidepressant properties too.

Goes without saying that these two pieces of music are greatly assisted by being getting crispy first if you do that kind of thing.

And I just want to say I hate the direction twitter is going in right now. Fuck every edgelord wannabe stand up comic on there right now who’s turning the shit into the coarsest most spiritually retarded place EVER. I’m willing to stampede into the arms of the safest of the safer lit women with the corny lit mag titles and the soft literary topics if it means I can get away from the diabolical people. You know who I’m talking about. Ain’t nobody got time for that. IM INTO PEACEFUL SOLUTIONS. I want the feminine energy to be all around me like a jacuzzi. I’m not trying to take away anybody’s special, oh so precious freedom of speech but I don’t want to hear or read or see these immature things which degrade my soul, at least not right now. I’m trying not to lose it. Fuck a maison maudit. Fuck a necropolis. Fuck suicide worship. Fuck Elon Musk’s vox populi. Fuck a 1930s style propagandistic tug of war between left and right that just politically exhausts a nation and leaves it wide open for fascist inroads. I’m out here trying to love someone and all you got for me are Faces of Death playing cards and desensitization? Nah. Nah, Dennis, nah. I get why people recede into nostalgia and cartoons and muppets and lost childhood. Y’all ain’t made me laugh or smile or feel good ONCE. Family values. Shit. What do you lament? I’m looking you bullseye dead in the eye and asking: What have you lost? What are your TANGIBLE LOSSES? I lost the square life, the square job, the square family, the square mind, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have a square heart that bleeds vanilla ice cream. Yours bleeds venom. You are a viper’s brood and I cast you out in the name of Jesus Christ. Unsubscribe from this bitch if you have a problem with this, I don’t need your type of darkness and I don’t want you reading me.

I want to think GENTLE THOUGHTS.