Hanson’s Um Bop The greatest Punk rock Many an angsty night In youth Singing violently Ditty ditty A vandal In safe streets Unknown I made them Unsafe

Set the folding chair In the cool wind A folded t-shirt Over the eyes Still Sitting What’s that noise? Is it closer? Where will you stumble? Who is in control? There in a folding chair Next to a sun Blind no longer

From Anacortes to Marble Mount Counties North and South I rush through vivid memories Of many years I ponder on those who’ve seen And if they see me

(It’s cute that I consider this publishing isn’t it? Lol) Hello auntie, this is your nephew. The elusive, and often tragically poetic, nephew; Robert Ashley Hilsinger I suck at keeping in contactBut I was just thinking of youRob and you bothYou have always actedAnd shown through actionThat at the core of your actions is a … Continue reading Published Letter To Auntie →

Huh I wanted to have this conversation With people, who um May think my writing, is as cool as I think my writing is; by any off chance Um I have 371 pages, or so, of, uh, blog posts that I’ve done since February 10th 2018 When I um, wrote my artistic biography Um And … Continue reading Page One In One Take (a transcript of a video that failed to load; to be added by means unknown at a later date) →

Ok I’m getting off track Rabbit holes Of every situation It is time to walk And be conscious Of where I stand

The variant Is a social variant With specific Hand crafted Genetic markers Utilizing our vast data We can kill our targets By infecting their peer network Right in the open A genocide And nobody knows It’s an authoritarian utopia And we will succeed Providing there is no God

I consider myself a pseudo intellectual (Pseudo means fake right?) As such I like to think about systems of ethics (Or at least what I think that is) I come up with all kinds of crazy stuff For instance, my Three Pillars Of The Frontier 1 Own outright what you got 2 Create more than … Continue reading Dumb Guy Thinking (you’ve been warned) →

Thousands upon thousands Maybe a million More Marching Singing Made up of all factions Perspectives Marching Singing “Walk out, walk out” “DC what are you about?” “Walk out, walk out” “Heed what the people say” “Every branch, every desk” “From highest to the less” “Walk out, walk out” “Heed what the people say” “Have you … Continue reading Civil Disobedience →

“What color is that?” He wondered “Blue-orange-white-greenish? what color is that?” The clouds appeared as though they were the sky itself Painted some non-color Creating a mystery of the evening As the sun set somewhere (as it is; even now) The hermit played his guitar Performing for no one Singing the songs of a hopeful … Continue reading The Title Of The Moment →