Still dunno what to do with myself. And it's getting colder and colder, no time to be outside, waiting, for a ride home. But I had a few decent brief chats.

Uh oh. Another one of these predatory preliminaries. Better scrunch into a lovable snug bubble. With chrome exterior, a safety layer of carbon steel exo-skeletal blast shield, electromagnetic info shell, firewall.

Oh man. Look at those cavemen go. It's the freakiest show. Kennedy umbrella. Great-Aunt Espionage. . , . . ` ... ^ ••• |=|=|=| °°° × Non existing camaraderie.

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It is. .. .....  something ... to be rich. Modestly affirmable? Mao would disagree. Meow mentioned multiple new houses and cars. Follow the clientele around.

Imagining what conditions you could set up under which swipe would function better. Or, what might already be built in, logical programming structure. Messy code that works. Or maybe it's even beautiful. Can stoners write beautiful code? Or is it brutish hackwork? That gets the job done?

Fuck twitter til the end of time, negative legacy in anti-social information dispersal. Pick a social network to not join, then have that lack of affiliation be your entire identity.