Freeze Frame

(ED. Note: This was the last post on the old KyProphet website, which shows you where I was when we left off.)

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I live in a trash country where the trash king sleeps in a bed of garbage in the White House.

Unrelated news, but I recorded a few songs last week. Four songs, to be exact. Three songs that I wrote and one song that already had music that needed lyrics. I sat in a nice cabin off the Barren River. It was nice. I needed it. It took about two days. I’ve been listening to the songs and thinking about if they have any potential. I’m not sure. I’m not the guy you want to talk to about commercial viability. For that, outside parties would be needed to assess. People in the know.

I did not shoot my best shot on those best songs. The songs are okay and the performances were strong but I did it because I needed to do it. It was a necessary exercise. More for my mental health than anything else.

I haven’t been in front of a recording microphone since the last Technology Vs. Horse album which has been over a year-and-a-half. I actually think it was December 2015, maybe even before that.

My world is filled with “I can’t”. I can’t change that. I don’t know how.


A Minor Pet Peeve

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I like breasts, gang. Don’t you? They’re a nice pleasant thing that women have and we as a people love breasts so doggone much that we have declared a fatwa against breast cancer. We’ve given breast cancer an entire month, October, where we commercialize it and sell all kinds of pink ribbon-type merchandise in the name of finding a cure for breast cancer. We love breasts and we hate cancer especially when it is in the women’s breast.

We like breasts and we like nipples, too. We like seeing nipples, but if we can’t see nipples we’re okay with seeing the imprint of them under the woman’s shirt. These are known as “pokies”. Jennifer Aniston excels at this.

I hate “pokies”. The term, not the actual phenomenon. Between you and me, hard nipples poking through clothing fabric and I are on good terms. But the word “pokies” is so childish and nauseating. I don’t know who came up with it or what part of 4chan they inhabited when they did it, but I hate it. “Pokies” sounds like something that would be found in a pornographic Japanese comic book.

(IMG: Page of comic book has Pokemon characters in a karaoke bar seeing a girl in sheer top singing. One of them shouts kanji characters and then yells “POKIES!!”. The girl is then molested by a giant octopus.)

Perhaps this says more about me and my online habits than it does about anything else. I have been on the reddit more than a few times in my life, and I am familiar with the concept of celebrity nudes and near-nudes. As is my save folder. Yes, I love to see famous women naked. That’s why I am on the Internet. But I’ll be damned if I can give a damn about areolas making a reverse bas-relief on tight clothes. I just can’t care. What am I, a child? Even a child with Internet access has seen “2 girls 1 cup”. Even if you are in the celebrity nudes business, you’re not going to get a lot of traction with “pokies”. Or you shouldn’t.

Maybe I’m just aghast at childish nomenclature of the female body in sexual terms as I grow older. I am almost forty for crying out loud.

Besides, “nipplage” is a way better term.