FOREVER DUMB
DUMB IS FUN

BENNETT PRODUCTION

Growing older is inevitable. Being boring is optional. 😂

What the fu*k is Bennett Production?

Dear X followers,

I know I'm strange. I know the things I post don't always make sense, sometimes even to me. 😂

One minute I'm writing music, the next I'm questioning existence, inventing something ridiculous, or having a conversation with artificial intelligence that probably .

But somehow, you're still here.

You read, listen, laugh, disagree, participate, and occasionally wonder what the hell is going on.

And I appreciate every bit of it.

I'm not here to fit a mold. I'm here to see what happens when you let a curious mind run wild.

So here's to the weird ones, the thinkers, the creators, the lurkers, and everybody playing along.

Thanks for playing the game. I wouldn't be nearly as entertained without you.

Aaron B. Cooper
Bennett Production 🎧

Just another day in the simulator 😂

I'm not preaching. I'm not claiming to have the answers. I'm just sharing a few things I've seen after 44 years of being alive, making mistakes, surviving the unexpected, and trying to understand this ridiculous world.

Maybe you'll agree. Maybe you won't. But I think it's worth hing. I'm just telling you what I've seen.

Aaron B. Cooper

I know my weed better than the @Arbys I'm eating.

We might not be right. Hell, we might be spectacularly fucking wrong. But we also don’t feel like we’re doing it wrong.

And honestly, that’s about as much certainty as anybody gets in this weird little experiment called being alive.

So we’re going to keep building shit, making mpossible ideas, asking questions nobody seems to have answers for, and occasionally wondering what the fuck we were thinking.

Maybe we’re onto something. Maybe we’re completely insane. Either way, we’re not stopping just because nobody handed us a map.

Fuck it. Keep going.

Another day in the simulator I guess.

Some day they will look back and say this about me:

He never asked for permission to exist. Grew up in the dark, learned the hard way that the light only shows up after you stop waiting for it, and then spent the rest of his time dragging other people toward it whether they

Cannabis wasn’t a side thing for him. It was the medicine that kept him standing when everything else tried to put him down, and he treated it like that in public even when it cost him.

He built something out of nothing, filmed it, wrote it, said it out loud, and refused to make it pretty so other people would feel comfortable. He took care of his people. He didn’t quit.

And he stayed loud enough that the quiet version of the story never got the last word.

What the actual fu*k is going on? I don't know. And neither do you.

THE MACHINE KNOWS MY NAME. ⚡🤖

Well, I went and plugged my brain into the future again.

Somewhere between a human heartbeat, a pile of synthesizers, and a questionable amount of artificial intelligence, a little super intelligence and this little electronic monster came to what happens when humans and machines start creating together.

I don't know. But apparently the machine knows my name.

THE MACHINE KNOWS MY NAME.

A new transmission from Bennett Production.

Turn it up. Let the neighbors question your life choices.

We don't follow the future. WE MAKE IT.

Well, folks, we might have accidentally written a fucking book. 😂

GROW YOUR OWN IN SOUTH DAKOTA: THE STATE-LEGAL WAY

A plain-talk South Dakota medical cannabis home grower's guide, written by yours truly, Aaron B. Cooper.

We're hoping to have it available very soon. We're nal approval, but we've got high hopes. 😉

The price is set at $19.99, assuming everything gets the green light.

I honestly don't even want to sell the damn thing. I'd rather give it away. But apparently the wife thinks I need to stop giving everything away for free and start making some money.

So here we are. She's managing the finances, I'm managing the creative chaos, and you guys are about to be asked to buy something I would normally give you for free. 🤣

Seriously though, a lot of time, research, and experience went into this one.

Keep your eyes open. We might just have a book on our hands.

COMING SOON(ISH).

And honey, if you're reading this, I'm trying to make us some money. 😂

Dear Elon @elonmusk,

This is DEAR ELON, by Aaron B. Cooper of @bennettproduct and this was edited 100% by our @Bot.

Turn it up. Maybe the signal makes it all the way to your office.

ONE MAN. ONE MACHINE. ONE RIDICULOUS DREAM.

And Elon, if you're listening...

We accept any X Money to spare, we certainly wouldn't turn it down. 🤣

Think of it as sponsoring independent imagination. Or keeping a mad scientist supplied with compute.

🚀 DEAR ELON. THE ARTIFICIAL DREAM IS ALIVE.

It’s another Monday in the fantastic simulation I call Mitchell, South Dakota.

I’m still not sure what the purpose of this particular run is, but we’re figuring it out in real time. Normally this is Manic Monday the day I get to do whatever the hell I want. Today’s different. or sunshine and rainbows and got overcast, gray, and rain instead. So we work with what we got. Which mostly means trying not to die and still calling it a win.🏆

I am the mystical, magical, fantastic Mr. Cooper. I come from a small prairie town on Interstate 90 in South Dakota. I’ve never claimed to know everything. Hell, I’ve never even claimed to know anything.

But the longer I keep waking up inside this thing, the more I seem to understand… and the more I want to understand. That’s wild to me, because there was a long stretch where all I wanted was to forget everything. I tried every drug on the menu to make that happen. They told me I’d be retarded by now. I’m not.

What I am is a middle-aged man who occasionally feels lost inside the mind of a stranger. But damn if we ain’t afraid of the danger. That’s a new one. Still workshopping it.

I don’t know what the point of any of this is. I may never know. But the Creator didn’t keep hitting the restart button just so I could talk about weed on the internet. So I’m going to keep showing up and doing my goddamn best with the day I’m given.

Later I’m heading over to Darrell’s to take him to pick up his roommate’s meds. Just out here doing the Lord’s work, one ordinary Monday at a time.

This has been your afternoon brief from the Bennett Production desk.
From one lunatic to another.

TAKE 2. 😂🚀

Well, hello X!

Apparently the first experiment wasn't dangerous enough, so we went back into the cave of design.

The wife left me unsupervised. Darrell is questioning his life choices. I'm conducting experiments on my soul, and somewhere along the way we decided thing into a song.

I'm still lost in the mind of a stranger, but I'm not afraid of the danger.

Two mad scientists. One simulation machine. Absolutely no adult supervision.

We're fucking strange and now uncontained.

THE WIFE LEFT ME UNSUPERVISED (TAKE 2)

Bennett Production. We don't fix the glitch. We make the glitch our bitch. 🤣 The 4:20pm was a mistake.

Did that plant appear out of nowhere?

I'll sell anyone that wants it my "white privilege" card.

* It never did shit for me* 😂🤣😅

I am lost in the mind of a stranger...