Status Quo Plague. Case count bouncing around 700 a day, not worth following on a daily basis. Blogger severely security compromised. Status Quo doesn't include the brilliant crystalized cold comfort of writing. Feels so weird and wrong to write. Such suffocating sincerity. So anti-social when I want to fix society. It became such a lonely place. With no drafts. Nothing in the hopper.
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Actual composition instead of an hour-long improv indulgence, 'sbeen a while. I wanted to call it The Dandy Whoremonger, but settled on ...
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Got no one to talk to, so I’m venting online. So, I really tried to hustle this week. Applied to five places. Even with the xanax it was har...
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of Pavlov's slow mutant variety. Synesthesia was push-button easy in a dream, and the fretboard was an open book with a deep index, so e...
channeling easy mode
Sometimes I fade, like Bod . Then proceed to get away with things. Stealing time, treating myself. To a glorified journal entry. This pigmy...
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