just noticed, when about to make a poetic update, that everything deemed worthy to be on my newsfeed has a big annoying photo - that's what the network wants to see, no leatherbound, non-illustrated heap of text, not fit to print - that's why i'll post here and not there, conventions are starting to crystallize in shards that poke me aggressively into shrinking postures of propriety, so fuck facebook and crack metaphors and social chores

we'll all end up in the same sewer pipe everything's swirling into anyway, it's not like i'm significantly better or worse, my delusions of grandeur and over-corrections with shame shindigs are predictable pentacyclic permutations, something very similar to something i would say