Justin Stone's creekbed

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The Anterior Insula and Hwy W

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Went to woodshed,
never came back.

The dream keeps
escaping at dawn.

Sunday, September 10, 2017

We only interrupt our regularly scheduled suffering to die. 

One can couch the following in aphorisms about the all-glorious market or one can call it what it is: murder —

"Today, people in the highest-income counties in America live, on average, 20 years longer than people residing in the poorest counties. There are a number of reasons for that disgraceful reality, but one of them has to do with grossly unequal access to quality healthcare.

If you are upper-income and have good insurance, you got to the doctor on a regular basis, and life-threatening illnesses can be detected at an early stage when they can be effectively treated. If you are a working-class person without health insurance, or with high deductibles that keep you out of a doctor's office when you're sick, your chances of survival from a serious illness are significantly reduced.

[...] should lower-income and working-class people have shorter and less healthy lives because they cannot afford the healthcare and medicine they need?

In my view, the moral answer is an emphatic No!" 

[more from Senator Bernie Sanders]

Friday, September 08, 2017

There has to have already been an indie or punk rock band called Paxl Rose, right? I cannot muster an internet search. I cannot muster.

You know where you are?

You're in the ju














(baby)