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CC # 95: Garden Variety

We’re just looking up from one of the gardens. Be well Commons~

Garden Variety.JPGTaken laying on top of a mountain at sunset. The sky is so soft and colorful while the trees and the Earth are silhouetted, featureless compared to the soft glow of what else is out there.

Reminds me that what’s down here on Earth isn’t really as important and serious as everyone makes it out to be. It is beautiful, doubtlessly, but our planet is one garden among many. The rest are probably just like ours except… different. Maybe their skies are green rather than blue.

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Quotables: Royce da 5’9″

“Once you hit a nigga in the eye/they gon’ change though/
Cause now they know the ribbon in the sky/Ain’t no rainbow”

– Royce da 5’9″, Gov Ball, The Bar Exam 4

Humans are not stagnant creatures. Their entire outlook on the universe and life itself, their life specifically, can change at the drop of a hat, depending on how heavy that hat is when it hits the ground.

I recently published a book called Roadtrip about a roadtrip I less recently took to see a friend who lives a couple states away. That friend lost his oldest brother seven years ago and he’s having an extremely hard time moving on, even now. I helped console him when I was there, sure, but he was sucker punched in the eye when his brother died. And now all he sees is ribbons in the sky.

Everybody progresses eventually, but things change us. All we can do is be there when our others need us. Be well Commons~

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CC # 94: My Parallel

I didn’t take or edit this photo myself, a framed version was given to me by some family friends that I recently stayed with during a roadtrip I took. I thought it was cool so here we are. Be well Commons~

My Parallel

This photograph, originally titled Another Mike Ride, was taken by Michael Storm Fischer in 2009. We see two mirrored shots of a landscape, one side with a biker and the other barren. Mike was a special dude – artistic, athletic, always one to go against the grain – he had a very unique mind in a time when so many of us were breaking our butts just trying to fit in with everyone else. He tragically passed away in 2012 following a freak ATV accident at the park he worked at.

I call this photo My Parallel on The Commons because Another Mike Ride just doesn’t do it for me. I admittedly didn’t know him well when he was alive, but after visiting his family and spending a lot of time talking about the kind of person he was, I got the impression that Mike didn’t have a parallel in life. He was his own man, lived by his own set of rules, and that energy radiates from this photo.

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THC Book Club: April

Despite something of an existential crisis, I read three books in April. Here’s a little bit about them.

Side Effects – Harvey Jacobs – 4/12/19

  • A ludicrously hilarious novel about a man named Simon Apple who takes various experimental pharmaceutical wonder drugs and experiences pretty average, run of the mill side effects (like growing antlers and developing gills) from taking them. Satirically demolishes the pharmaceutical industry.

John Dies at the End – David Wong – 4/18/19

  • My favorite book and one of my favorite authors, a lovely narrative of two friends as they accidentally get involved with a drug that allows the user to communicate with Hell. Kind of. It’s very hard to describe but a fantastic read.

Roadtrip – Hunter Wallace – 4/26/19

  • Hey, another one that I wrote. After releasing the first book I took a roadtrip to see a friend who lives a few states away from me to give him a copy. Since it was the first big roadtrip I’d ever taken, I figured I would write a book about it. You can buy it and support me (and by extension the Commons) here.

If you have suggestions for me, leave ’em in the comments. Reading is fun. Be well Commons~

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CC # 93: Drink

I wrote this one a while ago, maybe two months or so. Cheers! Be well Commons~


Call me Lucifer, I’m a curse
on this universe, an obtuse
loser reaching for the noose at first.

I should be working out but nah,
lemme’ just sit and write a verse
that I’ll do absolutely nothing with
I refuse to get in shape so I throw a fit.
I get physical with myself, belittle day
drinking and pass out to wake with
a headache and massive feelings of doubt.
Like “how did this happen? What did I
do wrong? Don’t we evolve by singing
the same old song?”

“The greatest lesson in history is man
learns nothing,” ain’t that something? Aldous
Huxley was either a prophet or a sleuth
to deduce fifty years ago the problem
with me: I guzzle down a bottle wishing
that I would drink tea.

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CC # 92: Strong Friend

I was listening to music and this popped into my head. Here’s a link to the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7CwgzY1AAeA. Be well Commons~

Strong Friend

Royce da 5’9” said you should check up on your strong friend,
the one who has that kind of strength that never seems to end.
The one who spends his nights alone, just laying in his bed
reading a book to give himself reprieve from the screaming in his head.

The one who knows your struggle and doesn’t want to see you dead,
the one who looks into your eyes and sees your soul instead.
The one with empty bottles sitting, lined up on his shelf,
the one who knows you better than you even know yourself.

The one who dances to the tune that’s playing in his head,
the one who’s looking very sad although no tears are shed,
the one who isn’t one at all so don’t you give him cred,
the one who doesn’t even exist unless you want his bread.

Royce da 5’9” said you should check up on your strong friend.
One day you may wake up and no longer have that strong friend.

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Quotables: Self

“Maybe the simulation is about to take a dark turn, maybe I’m a main character on my way to meet some friends at a cabin in the woods. Little do I know, there’s a sadistic tribe of bigfoots (bigfeet?) just waiting to turn us into sacrifices to the Foot Gods.”

– CommonsGuy, Roadtrip

Said in reaction to seeing a vista of mountains in the distance as night is encroaching and a thick blanket of fog is creeping up the slopes. About a month ago I took a 700 or so mile-long road trip to visit a friend and the drive brought my mind to… interesting places.

This road trip was the first big road trip I ever went on by myself so I figured I’d write a book about it. I don’t really know what genre it would fit into, travel journal maybe? It’s pretty entertaining, I say a lot of crazy stuff AND there’s some pictures, too. The project is still in the shop, no concrete publishing date yet, but it’s coming. And unlike my last book, it’ll be an ebook too. And now you know.

Be well Commons~

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Quotables: Joey Cool

“The biggest lesson in life is life is simply a lesson.”

– Joey Cool, Joey Cool, Life Lessons

There will never come a point in one’s life where one hits a ceiling in terms of self development. Learn and evolve or repeat and stagnate. Be well Commons~

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CC # 91: I

I sometimes do the thing where I’ll write a moody poem and then I’ll later take the same general idea and do a less moody poem. To quote Royce da 5’9″, “these are my highs and lows.” Be well Commons~


Yesterday I danced with the devil to the tune
of suicide, today I sprint down a mountain
with pure joy in my eyes.

How can someone understand from a
distance the insecurities and eccentricities
of a man who swims with ease in the black
lagoon of insanity and spiritual buffoonery,
who’s life goal is to smoke more joints than
Tom Foolery?

An interesting and unique existential
opportunity to live in a universe and drop
out of university, blessed with hidden
knowledge from a tab of magic LSD and
cursed to tell the others so they all look at
me crazily.

I’m wild, I’m drenched in doubt I beguile
while dripping clout that I don’t have, fame
and fortune is not what I’m about. For every
black cloud that I conjure I paint a rainbow
shortly after, my brainstorms tend to give
way to rapture.

A mystical mountain man with the mane of
a lion and the soul of a tame giant, defiant is
what I am.

And the fact that my spectacular action-
packed adventure of a self is given flack is
proof that some are drinking from a rusty
fountain. I don’t sip that metallic drip I just
quip back while I unclip the bat wings and
take flight into that dark night. Echolocate
me if you must, but you won’t see me as I
bob and weave into a higher plane, even
when they complain it doesn’t phase me. I’m
too busy hearing voices and burning bushes
that they despise, whether I’m high or low I
always stride and try not to hate; I love
myself and the love is I.

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Quotables: Alan Watts

“Now it’s amazing what doesn’t exist in the real world. For example, in the real world there aren’t any things, nor are there any events. That doesn’t mean to say that the real world is a perfectly featureless blank. It means that it is a marvelous system of wiggles in which we descry things and events in the same way as we would project images on a Rorschach blot or pick out particular groups of stars in the sky and call them constellations as if they were separate groups of stars. Well, they’re groups of stars in the mind’s eye, in our system of concepts. They are not out there as constellations, already grouped in the sky. So in the same way, the difference between myself and all the rest of the universe is nothing more than an idea. It is not a real difference, and meditation is the way in which we come to feel our basic inseparability from the universe. And what that requires is that we shut up; that is to say, we become interiorly silent and cease from the chatter that goes on inside our skulls.”

– Alan Watts

It sounds even more enlightening if you read it in his voice… then again…. Be well Commons~

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CC # 90: Peace of Mind

This is a recent entry out of one of my journals. Be well Commons~

Peace of Mind

Peace of mind… what is that?

A state of zen reached when one is so easily able to shut the thoughts off and simply be with the rest of reality? A state in which reality is not happening to you and you are not happening to it, a state of awareness of the fact that reality is happening and so are you, but you are a part of it and there is no you?

Is it a reward for spending years and years of your life meditating until you finally get it? Is there an it to get?

Is it a cannabis high?

Is it a cool spring breeze that knocks the last dangling dead leaves from the branches so the new buds can bloom?

Is it a rare state of being in which only a chosen few may partake in? Is it the natural mindstate of a human, and the fact that so little of us seem to have it a marker of how far from nature we’ve come as a species?

Maybe, or maybe not.

I know not what peace of mind is, but in laying beneath this tree on top of the mountain on this beautiful sunny day, I do believe I’ve found it.

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CC # 89: Me

One of my moodier poems. Be well Commons~


The ringing in my ears is loud but I can barely hear it.
Life feels dull as Novocaine, I’m truly at one with spirit;
detached from it, this physical game, only as real as it isn’t.
I float inside my cloud of doubt wondering why I lack vision.

Like the wise men love to say, time itself is infinite.
Live a while, fade to black and be reborn an infant.
Nothing’s real, nothing’s fake, nothing stays & nothing changes;
you’d think that’d take the pressure off, yet I’m firmly stuck at anxious.

A latent hatred for my surroundings constantly engulfs me;
the who, the what, the when, the why, I feel like it all insults me.
I’m a ghost that only seems to exist when someone else is salty,
or when they need some hard work done, you better believe they call me.

The one thing that I’m praised for is being a hard worker,
for behaving like a slave and quietly following orders.
It makes me feel cold enough that I think a grave could be warmer,
but I’ve died before, I want to survive and live a life of splendor.

But I don’t live, I just exist, waiting for a task;
maybe I’ll do some heavy lifting and further ruin my back;
a self-destructive, self-loathing selfish lack of self
who pretends there is a me somewhere, hidden inside this shell.

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CC # 88: Flood

Some words came to me. Be well Commons~


Flood in a drought, levee is broke,
beaver’s dam’s washed out.
Knock on wood my good vibes don’t up and run out.

Though, I feel that by fearing it I’m drawing it near;
my rearview says objects are closer than they appear
so I can either speed up or wait around for the crash
as if that’s what I’m about.

Why not slam on the gas until the tank
doesn’t run out?

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THC Book Club: March

I read four books in March. Here is a little bit about them.

The Ruins – Scott Smith – 3/7/19

  • A thriller/suspense novel about a group of friends who take a vacation to Mexico, hike out to a ruin and find something evil waiting for them. The monster was very creative, well thought-out. Saw the movie too, it wasn’t as good as the book.

Animal Farm – George Orwell – 3/9/19

  • A short novel about a farm that gets taken over by the animals after they run the humans out because the humans sucked. The pigs, the animals in charge, quickly became as sucky as the humans. Mirrors the Russian Revolution in a very entertaining way.

Running: How to Torture Yourself and Enjoy It – Hunter Wallace – 3/15/19

  • Hey, I wrote this one. A self-help/philosophy-ish book about running, how it’s helped me overcome quite a few challenges in my life and how it can help improve your life too. Includes workouts, tips & tricks, a beginner’s training regimen and more. You can buy it (and by extension, help support the Commons) here.

1984 – George Orwell – 3/28/19

  • A dystopian future novel set in 1984 about a man named Winston who one day realizes that his government overlord, aka Big Brother, is evil and despicable and begins to seek out the rebelling party. He is tricked, set up, captured, tortured and brainwashed until he submits to the government once more. Depressing… I mean… a lovely story about a successful country… they’re always watching o.0

If you have suggestions for me, leave ’em in the comments. Reading is fun. Be well Commons~

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CC # 87: Drought

This was originally a poem inspired by a Royce da 5’9″ line, but then I erased it and restarted twenty times. Hey, they can’t all be winners. Be well Commons~


I want to write a poem about the rain after a drought
but I can’t find the words to express what I’m about.
Writer’s block is a bitch, it’s a sandwich made of doubt
with two slices of fuck you and the urge to scream and shout.

I guess it’s kind of like a cat who wants a piece of dinner.
She already ate her own and she’s not getting thinner
and she’s clearly never seen food before in her life,
so just cut your meal to pieces and give her a little slice!

That’s a metaphor, the cat’s a crazed man in the sand
who’s throat is even drier than the desert where he stands
and he isn’t even sweating ‘cause he literally can’t
and the hallucinatons of oases make him shit his pants.

Do you see where I’m going with this? ‘Cause I sure don’t.
I guess I’ll dick around and word this piece into a close.
I don’t know why I tried so hard to write this little poem.
Four blocks of four lines, water a pine to make a cone.

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CC # 86: Darling

I quite enjoy writing about insanity. Be well Commons~


She reeks vehemently of soot and ash,
smoke leaks from her ears and a fire blazes
inside of her.
Not quite feared nor respected by her peers,
known of but not known,
raised by wolves into an enigma to the
faint of heart and shallow of mind.

Behind a blank face a war wages, the
calm nothing more than a facade for the storm.
Thunder cackles as lightning crashes into a sea
of untold treasures and terrors alike;
sadness, ecstasy, spite, bravery,
her own brand of insanity wrapped up
in a bent little package, and the cost?
But a cent, merely a penny for your thoughts.

Facing demons of a man-like demeanor while
drowning out the voices in her head leaves
little room for a closetful of skeletons.
Perhaps, could we stuff them in the shed?
Don a new skin, softer than the pelt yet tough enough
to feel the things most others have not felt?

I know you hear us darling, we’re only here to help.

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Quotables: George Orwell

“War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.”

– George Orwell, 1984

Paradoxical, but is it? Our wars are fought for peace, conflict becoming normalized to the point that violence is seen as the acceptable answer. We all have free will and the ability to make our dreams come true, yet we put our energy and time into jobs that make achieving that dream impossible. Ignorance of the truth results in a different truth, an untruth, until that untruth becomes the new truth that is disputed.

Peace is war; when peace is achieved, does one not fight to keep it that way? Slavery is freedom; when we are all slaves, don’t we choose to stay in line? Strength is ignorance; when you so strongly believe in one thing, aren’t you ignoring all other possibilities?

Reality isn’t real. Be well Commons~

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CC # 85: Memory

There’s an old saying that goes, “This too shall pass.” And when it does, it’ll be just that, the passed, or rather, the past. Be well Commons~


It’s hard to be creative when you stay inside
all day and no matter what you sing the rain
won’t seem to go away,
and it drifts down from the sky in the form of
frozen flakes and the cold of the ozone is
shoved right into your face.

Like, I get it, it’s winter, the sun ain’t gonna shine,
the mountains are leaking ice that’s too
slippery to climb and the trees are all
leafless besides the evergreen pines,
and the daylight seems to fade as soon as
you open your eyes.

They say spring’s around the corner,
but I don’t know what they’re on.
I’ve heard that it gets darker just moments
before the dawn but we’ve been sitting in
the shadow for three months, mom, come on.

One can’t appreciate nature ‘til the
hollowness is gone.

And how hollow it is when the cold tickles
your ribs,
when the wind rips through your clothes like
the sharp end of a pin and makes you feel
naked, stranded like garbage without a bin.
To harbor these feelings is to sink the ship
and swim.

But when that long dusk finally breaks into
the dawn, and the forest is alive like a
prancing baby fawn,
when the ice has all melted and the green
grass grows on, the cold will be a
memory, an acid trip gone wrong.

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CC # 84: Warning

Short one tonight. Be well Commons~


I sat in the DMV reading 1984 this morning.
The look the police man shot me felt an awful lot
like a warning.

But the government’s not an overlord, just a corporation
in sheep’s clothing,
that’s in the business of their people, always ordering
and controlling.

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Quotables: Kurt Vonnegut

“Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.”

– Kurt Vonnegut

Life is hard work – better to laugh with the joy of living it than to cry for the way you’re feeling about it. Be well Commons~

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CC # 83: Bluff

I wrote this while I was out rock climbing a week or two ago. Be well Commons~


‘This face is pretty steep’ I think to myself as
my feet begin to slide. To my left, the flat
edge of a cliff and to my right, a waterslide.
Behind me, well… if I fall, I won’t survive.

The top is in sight, literally, at level with my
eyes. At the same time though the other five
feet of my body dangle, hands clasping
holds and feet boldly angled on the rock.

I’ve had a headache and tasted paper in my
mouth all day, yet none was eaten. My
family supports my drive but they clamor to
steer. I’m seen a wolf, yet, breathe a deer.

‘Maybe… a sign to let go’ I think for a time,
possibly half a moment, a secondary
thought in my primary mind. I gaze down
once more, below me but a muddy forest floor.

A shake of my head, a cackle of laughter
emerges as the ice cracks on the reservoir
in the backdrop. The music picks up,
audience on the edge of their seat. I vault.

Ah, to climb over the top, calling the devil’s bluff.

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Quotables: George Orwell

“The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection.”

– George Orwell

Ah, how easily one forgets that simple fact. To my surprise, some people in my town ordered my book after I, and a few wonderful others, shared it on Facebook. That means that people are going to read it, which utterly terrifies me. But I’m only human, and a 23 year old at that; neither I nor my creations are perfect, nor should they be. Nor will they be, rather, and that’s just dandy.

The pressure melts away when you realize all you need to do is you. Be well Commons~

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CC # 82: Running: How to Torture Yourself and Enjoy It

I wrote a book. It’s called Running: How to Torture Yourself and Enjoy it. It’s a short self-help book about running, how it vastly improved my life and how it can improve yours as well. Plus, it contains the story of the time I died and came back to life.

Here’s a link: https://smile.amazon.com/dp/1798932180/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=running+how+to+torture&qid=1552008339&s=books&sr=1-1-catcorr

Here’s the first page of the introduction, you can read the entire thing on the Miscellaneous Writings page on the website. Be well Commons~

Running: How to Torture Yourself and Enjoy It

Running: the act of beating your body against the forces of the universe as hard as you can for as long as you can. In other words, self-torture.

I know what you’re thinking: “I hate running.” Obviously. Everyone hates running, it’s a culmination of the three major things that people cant stand doing: working hard, improving themselves and seeing themselves improve over time by working hard. Sounds kind of weird but… it’s true, isn’t it? Deep within yourself know it’s true, and even if you don’t know it yet, I do, and I‘ve officially given you the heads up.

How do I know? Because I’m the same way, duh. Working hard sucks. Not only do you have to do things, but you have to do them for extended periods of time. Honestly, who has the energy for that? Definitely not you, especially when you work a full time job, putting yourself through the motions for 40+ hours a week for that paycheck that, unless you’re self-employed, isn’t even worth it.

Big words from a guy who doesn’t have a job,” says you,…

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Quotables: Albert Hofmann

“Outside is pure energy and colorless substance. All of the rest happens through the mechanism of our senses. Our eyes see just a small fraction of the light in the world. It is a trick to make a colored world, which does not exist outside of human beings.”

– Albert Hofmann

Interesting to think about, how everything we know is the way that we know it because of the lens we see through. Roses are red, violets are blue, unless you’re a dog, in which case fuck you. Hah! Be well Commons~

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CC # 81: Drink II

It occurred to me upon uploading this poem that I never put up the first Drink. Whoops. Be well Commons~

Drink II

I just walked a steady two and a half miles
to sit down on this rock and wear a big smile
as I ready the canteen’s mouth on my lips
and swallow down a gulp of liquid colored piss.

I’m not even ashamed, this is a fuckin’ great day
to walk along a road, all the residents afraid
of the man clad in sweatshirts with no attention paid
to them or their dog, just the wind and the crave.

So I sit on this rock, I don’t want to behave.
I refuse to live like a rat trapped in a cage or
a glass labyrinth, running on a wheel for days
for someone else’s kicks. I’ll drink ‘till I’m saved.

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Quotables: Alan Watts

“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to.”

– Alan Watts

I’ve always said I have a dream of being a writer. I suppose my dream’s come true. Be well Commons~

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CC # 80: Buildings

A being called Tal wrote this poem and I quite liked it. She’s allowed me to share it here with y’all. Be well Commons~


You break your teeth on love and lay blame
on my shoulders where the entire world rests.

Dreams you have liquefied
cascade down the sides of a doleful face,
longing for something sweeter than the taste of reality.
Buildings have crumbled. Spectres look on
saying “what a shame” while they neglect
who prayed for its demise.

I’ve seen buildings more stable than beings.

The wind once spoke. It told of a time
when flowers bloomed from your breasts
and the sun still hung from your eyes.

The wind hasn’t spoken since.
Fear stagnantly remains in the air
wherever you depart.

Your words cut like a blade through the air.
They know no tender, no delicate, no calm.

Corruption. Brooding. Upheaval. Repeat.
Your insides have always resembled an inferno.
You force feed me your embers.
You contain a long sourced rage for the world.
I can taste it.

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Quotables: Self

“Challenge yourself to look at the whole piece of paper rather than just focusing on the lines that have been drawn on it by others.”

-CommonsGuy, Running: How to Torture Yourself and Enjoy It

Said in relation to blazing your own way through the woods rather than running along a trail, this could be applied to life in general. The higher one’s perspective is, the better off one is; looking at the big picture instead of stressing over the tiny details is wildly imperative to finishing anything. Keep your eyes on the prize and cross the bridges as you come to them.

I should also mention that I wrote a book, a self-help book no less. It’s called Running: How to Torture Yourself and Enjoy It. The project is still in the lab, so to speak, I don’t have a publishing date sorted out yet BUT it’s coming. And now you know.

Be well Commons~

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CC # 79: We

This might be the longest poem I’ve written. Might also be my favorite of 2019 thus far. Be well Commons~


Why do we allow ourselves to be consumed by doubt?
I really don’t know man, why do we stay bugging out?

How are you gonna lay me upon this bed all day
and make me focus my eyes on what the others say,
always thinking on the tomorrow that’s years out from today.
Santa ain’t the reindeer, he flies the freakin’ sleigh!

Easy for you to say, always talking shit.
Always keep the brain racing, causing me to throw a fit.
Always claiming to act for others, you want your own benefit
and I don’t even know who’s lying here, but on you? The shoe? It fits.

On me? You’re really gonna blame your life on me.
Sure, the captain is the angel and the problem’s the machine.
Hypocrite, more transparent than solution of saline,
you tell me “don’t be blue” and take the yellow out the green!

It’s yes or no monkey, there is no in between. You always
cause the problems and careen the shits on me. Your ship
has sailed, I’m pristine and this life is looking pale. I got
other bodies in alternate timelines just waiting, fucking begging
for me to grace them with sublime and fine dining,
a life of gold, shining, a rhinestone sized diamond.
So say your last words before I pop you like a hymen.

Been there, done that, you’ve tried to kill myself.
Remember, that pill dinner, snatched the bottle off the shelf?
But you cried, changed your mind vomited and stayed crying
while I picked up all the pieces, so you’d best stop denying.

I fucking scoff-

I cut you off! I think you’re stuck with me.
Mr. Immortal Spirit, just a ball of energy, or a string,
the pull start to get my ass up out the brink, I mean bed,
no matter what you’ve tried I still ain’t wound up dead!

And tried I have, how many tabs of acid would it take?
How many magic mushroom trips, how many bowls of shake?
How much time you gotta spend tripping on a higher plane
just to see that I’m divine, and you and I, we’re the same?

Then why can’t I fly? Why you make life so hard?
Why we always stayin’ broke, why we empty in the heart?

Oh it’s we now?

It’s been we, motherfucker you’re a sheep
if you think you’re gonna spin this thread right back around on me!
I’m a long-haired hippie freak with a psychephrenic mind-

Yes, a life of my design. Time’s a story, play your character.
Be kind to the AI’s and carve your mind into the baluster.

I thought the mind didn’t exist?

You thought right, it’s just the tendency
to bend these words together, make ‘em rhyme
and give ‘em density.

So what the fuck’s the point, why you put me through all this?

‘We’ go through ‘all this’ as much as a wall goes through ya fist
when you’re fuckin’ angry and your rage has got me fuckin’ pissed.

Is there something that I missed?

And yet you still persist,
you asked me a question and I cuffed you at the wrist
and you just keep coming back, fucking imagine that.
The hairless ape’s map of life is riddled with fuckin’ gaps!

I think the point of life’s to live until the light goes out…
…so if you knew that all along, what’ve we been on about?

Yes, we, soul and body, the ghost and the machine.
Inseparable together yet insufferable as a team.
We stand alone in a snow swept forest, just leaning on this tree.
Now that we have this poem, I wonder what it means…

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THC Book Club: February

I read five books in February, here is a little bit about them.

Becoming Like God – Michael Berg – 2/6/19

  • Talked about how to embody the divinity that is inherent in all human beings. Pretty much, just be certain. Avoid feeding the ego, stay positive, pay no attention to fear and be certain in your actions. That’s all. Good read.

Astrology, the Art of Casting Horoscopes – no author – 2/12/19

  • Explained what the different planets symbolized and what not. Takeaway: the power of knowing what the future holds is the ability to control. it. Decent read.

The Beautiful Land – Alan Averill – 2/16/19

  • Favorite book this month. About a Japanese dude who works for a sketchy company with an evil genius who builds a time machine, which is actually a universe-traveling machine, and he has to save existence. Great read.

Brave New World (& BNW Revisited) – Aldous Huxley – 2/23/19

  • Dystopian novel written in the 1930s that kind of predicted how things were going to go in the future. Originally read it in high school, was much better now. Revisited is a collection of 12 essays that Huxley wrote in hindsight, about 10 or so years after writing BNW. Good read(s).

Ravens – George Dawes Green – 2/27/19

  • Psychological thriller about a family who wins the lottery and the two psychopathic twenty-somethings that try to steal it from them. Great read, about 320 pages and I burned through it in less than 12 hours. Yeet.

If you have book suggestions for me, put ’em in the comments. Reading is fun. Be well Commons~

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CC # 78: Winter

I was wandering in the forest today and wrote this poem. Be well Commons~


The cold outside is biting, yet the sun shines so inviting
on this, a blustery winter day.

Bundle up all you want, the gust will cut
through your cloths like a hot knife through
butter. Dead leaves clutter the forest floor
beneath a layer of white ice, snow frozen
into sheets so slick you could slip and
slide on them.

Rudolph with the red nose, icicles dripping
from nostrils as tears freeze on rosy cheeks
and eyes become difficult to shut. You’d
think blinking would make it better, but all
the wetter your face becomes, yet still you
feel the glow of the gleaming sun.

The price to pay for time spent in nature,
worth every cent.

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Quotables: Alan Watts

The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”

– Alan Watts

I’ve been guilty of the rush as of late, nothing like some Alan Watts to bring things into perspective. Be well Commons~

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CC # 77: Teeth

Be well Commons~


Stalagmites of ice stand proudly before the cave.

Inside, lost in eternal slumber lies

Bleaker than night, shaggier than a bear
and thinner than the wing of a bat it casts
fear in a gust of wind that takes
nothing but the hat from your head.

Its bread & butter dwell in the mutters
of lost souls,
the young and the old cast astray
from the light of day.

The ground is wet, puddled with tears
shed by wanderers.

They freeze in towers, teeth at the mouth of the cave.

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Quotables: Steve Irwin

“Crocodiles are easy. They try to kill and eat you. People are harder. Sometimes they pretend to be your friend first.”

-Steve Irwin

Imagine how different the world would be if people put their true intentions forward rather than hiding behind a mask.

A quick anecdote: a few years ago I was on the boardwalk in Atlantic City, NJ at night and I got mugged. Some old dude pretended to be very friendly towards me and we struck up a conversation. When I had let my guard down he took my wallet, removed the cash and threw it back at me before taking off. If he had just told me he needed the money that badly, I would have given it to him. Probably would have saved him some karma too, who knows?

Be well Commons~

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CC # 76: Blink

I wrote this one a while back and just never posted it… until now. Be well Commons~


When I scrawl these symbols in rows and
do you read the words or blink in between the

The bat of an eyelash, lick of the lips,
standing there still with hands on your hips.
That’s cruising by on your highway of a
The cops can’t catch up, you don’t have the

But time is an illusion, meant for nothing
than distraction and confusion, revolving
like a door
or the cylinder of a gun, the clerk in the store
can either lose his life, or live a day more.

When life gives you lemons, you make
But what happens after all the sour juice is

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Quotables: Aldous Huxley

“A child-like man is not a man whose development has been arrested; on the contrary, he is a man who has given himself a chance of continuing to develop long after most adults have muffled themselves in the cocoon of middle-aged habit and convention.”

-Aldous Huxley

Been on a Huxley kick lately. ‘Tis a shame how many brilliant caterpillars go into that cocoon of adulthood never to emerge a butterfly. It is necessary to grow old, yet entirely optional to grow up. Be well Commons~

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CC # 75: What If?

Be well Commons~

What If?

What if life truly really isn’t what
it seems,
what if reality is more than staring
at a screen?

What if humans are just monkeys, hairless
except instead of flinging shit we fling our

What if we lived for spirit, in harmony
with the Earth
instead of poisoning our rock and loading
up the hearse?

What if the only simulation is our
global society?
What if we’ve been lied to by old white
men who sip tea?

What if we lived the Island life, let true
freedom unfurl,
Instead of stacking up paper to sustain
their Brave New World?

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Quotables: Aldous Huxley

“My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing.”

-Aldous Huxley

As do I, old friend. There is truly something spiritual about setting off into the mountains by oneself, alone with nature and whatever it may throw at you. I find that the days I don’t take time to get lost in the woods are both the most stressful and the least enjoyable, in other words, the days in which I feel least like myself.

Be well Commons~

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CC # 74: Drops

It has come to my attention that The Hillside Commons has recently hit 50 followers! I am immensely grateful, and truly cannot thank you all enough. In return for your following, I will continue to write my nonsense. Be well Commons~


There lies a certain beauty in days like today
where the sky is cast over with serene
shades of gray.

The forest rains down drops of winter, the
sheet of ice clasp’d round the branches and
leaves, the shells, ghosts of what lies

They melt in little drops, tattering my head.

I’m reminded with a chill that, though dark,
lifeless and stiffer than dread, the elders are
not dead.
Nay, merely dormant, waiting with great
anticipation to fall like the water off the
edge of a waterfall.

To the Earth thy cascade, but what then? It
is too soon to tell.

The trees yet lie wrapped in their ghostly shell.

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Quotables: Humanity

“These violent dreams have violent means so close your eyes and dream of peace.”


Poetic. People are the way they are because of what they’ve been through, for better or for worse. We’re each our own creation with our own past history and future dreams; if you don’t vibe with someone else’s, you can still dream up your own. Be well Commons~

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CC # 73: Here

This poem was inspired by a musical genius named Krizz Kaliko. Be well Commons~


As you lie down to sleep at night, or rise to
face the day,
do you thank god for only sex, or do you
include pain?

To live your life one day at a time is surely
an act of grace,
but one cannot truly love the sun unless one
loves the rain.

But how does one love, embrace that force
emanating from a higher plane,
if once that one doesn’t get their way,
lashes out with words of hate?

The act of living the human life is an art
painted by tears,
of joy or pain? Both are the same, I just thank
god I’m here.

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CC # 72: Flower

Valentine’s Day has me feeling some sort of way. Be well Commons~


Though she walks through the valley of the shadow of death,
she fears not the demons, merely putting them to rest.

A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet,
though the nameless flower claims a beauty much more unique.

Let us go then, you and I, into a future so uncertain;
to be blinded by your light, refusing to draw the curtain.

I wandered lonely as a cloud, floating over valley after hill,
until I found her, my medicine, I swallow like a pill.

Along the course of my life I’ve been bored by material girls
but she’s my paranormal chick from an ethereal world.

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CC # 71: Ruins

Be well Commons~


These ruins lie dilapidated, catastrophized and barren.

A cavern opens beneath the leaves, the
sinkhole engulfing all but the breathing as
the sands of time turn to mud and funnel in.

A single sapling sprouts from the crevice.
The buds branch out from a blossoming
tree of life to reach through eternity and
read the writings scrawled upon the wall.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The fall of
man is graced by the rise of something
more, or is it less? Have they failed the test?

It matters not; what remains is all that is left.

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CC # 70: Fear

There are two types of energy, as far as I can tell: positive, high frequency love energy and negative, low frequency fear energy. When you’re consumed by one, the other seems like a figment of the imagination, but in reality, only one stops vibrating. Be well Commons~


The scarlet glow ridicules the darkness.

A burned bridge is swallowed by the gorge, yet,
it follows him across.

It knows no bounds, clutching his heart like
the winter’s frost does the moss guiding his feet
along the path.
Memories of past lives echo through the night,
bringing him back to sunny days spent barricaded in a cave
as its hooves draw ever closer.

The future a figment, presently in need of closure.

Through hallowed halls lined with shattered windows
it leaks in. The moonlight grows dim
as he finds himself at a dead end. He waits,
petrified and bleak for the end that always persists.

Lo, the greatest trick the Devil has played
was convincing him it exists.

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Quotables: Self

“…life is but a movie, an episodic series, a novel, a musical composition even; life is a drama, written by the most brilliant mind that nobody’s ever heard of. All one must do is discern what character they’re playing and play that character.”

– CommonsGuy, End of the Line

Perhaps a bit conceited, but I was reading through some of my old stories and this line stuck out to me. All too often I hear other humans utter the phrase, “life is hard”. Life doesn’t have to be that hard, in fact it won’t be if you’re living it right. I used to live the rat race lifestyle, spending all of my time doing stuff that I hated for the sake of earning money; ever since I’ve stopped that and started living how I want to live, life hasn’t been all that hard.

But what do I know, I’m just an eccentric dude who likes to write. Be well Commons~