*carriage return
this is a video i made:
it's called small places:
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hi, it is it.
hi, it's cody.
guess i suppose i guess i am a modern human with all of the attention problems endowed to each kid my size with the advent of cheap imported television and interactive home computers in the late nineteen eighties and nineteen ninetees.
i suppose i still have this sad requirement for walls and a heater, wash and dryer. suppose that all of my strongest memories from childhood were outputted by a chipboard and speaker, mnfctd from factories in new jerseys and, despite all this waterdrinking, all this organic produce, a small piece of plastic will still smell so much like my baby years, some soft drink taste so much like my birthdays and later troubleteen years.
what a curse.
but i can still feel well washing dishes, bikeriding miles-a-day, trying self-employ. and i feel unfortunate that there is nothing like a good vinyl sometimes, though toxic and wasteful. but as long as i don't buy new ones, buy ones that are already in existence, printed, laying in someone's garage, thownaway clothes, paper, brokes, don't support the market, i can feel i am decreasing the average of waste.
and i still hate frank sinatra for his abundance, all his inefficiency, his style of excess in arts and lifes, still hate henry james for his wordwaste, frivolousness of tongue. can still hate progress and the distancing of folks from a planet, from such a simple gesture of building chair and table so high off the ground and on to heirarching folks over the animal, something for domination, and even on to making everything possible disposable just because it can be.
and i guess with every purchase step purchase a body could say "does this make living simpler? or not?"
and there is still the option of discarding everything you own.
that doesn't cost anything.
