over a year inside now. where you ever that extroverted anyway?
make the bed, shower, write, study, walk the dog, talk over dinner, maybe walk around, think a while, think all the time. you're not doing too much. you haven't been busy since 2019. maybe this 'constant motion' you begged for like God isn't all it's cracked up to be. maybe you're beginning to stop wanting all that much. maybe you're beginning to stop wanting at all.
maybe all the cool people are all waiting for each other. if 10% of every group of people are pretty alright, then that checks in. they're really all just inside. these are the lost years where the chuds rule the overworld. give it a few more.
once a Moldy Peach, always a Moldy Peach.
Compton in the early 90s was like Baghdad during the invasion.
come on, man. have some fucking grit. you really gonna be intimidated by someone internet person thinking you're a fag? you can ice these fools. would your grandpa be worried about that if he was a zoomer?
people put dumbass slogans on the back of their Super Dutys and WRXs like "if your SICK, stay home. if you're THICK, come here!" or "i want to sexually terrorize women, specifically on the younger side. it's because i hate them and just want to use them." (ofc i have never actually seen that last one but what i have actuallt seen boils down to that). i think i should give a crack at that shit because i'm a dumbass, i like to write and i like cars.
there's no one else like you and i wouldn't want them of there were because you're the best one there is. you're that kind of person. i just know that by now.
nostalgia for something that has never happened and is unknown. cut the shit and get outside. i miss my friends and the world like i knew it before, even though i wasn't the biggest fan of it.
uh oh, here comes the compound word adjective-noun technofascist biosecurity superstate! locks your doors and hide your wife and kids...or else!
i guess you are always here.
in grade 12, a part of why i was supremely bummed out about my grades (among many reasons) was that they weren't like my heroes. William Gibson got like a hundred billion percent on his english SAT and then dropped out and moved to Toronto, John Cage was the valedictorian and then fucked off to Europe for a few years. i wanted to be like them in that way. but nobody gives a shit about either of them because they were gifted burnout kids or something. people give a shit about Gibson because he wrote Neuromancer. people give a shit about Cage because he composed 4'44. it does not matter where you came from, it's all about what you do.
i always have things to say, just like everything else.
