Fixed it (crossed out accounts abandoned (not deleted)).

Side note: I wonder if subverting style guides like I was progamming in Lisp will ever get old.

I really oughta just let Siri try transcribing via voice memo the instruction manual version of everything in my head, but… I mean… talking.

Like… out loud…

That reminds me, I’d love to shoot the shit with the Lama that wrote the quote that sits on the scroll that hides in the bottom of a box upstairs.

I suppose, before the internet, I would not have grown into the hermit I am today. It takes a surprising amount of technology to ditch civilization.

On second thought, I think it just makes breaking patterns super easy when my subconscious is holding the sledgehammer (instead of the whip, ready to lash out when I break formation).

Perhaps pattern breaking is why my subconscious rejects being told what to do (especially by me).

Bee tee dubs, it’s fine if y’all feel weird reaching. It feels weird being reached towards.

Micro.blog is finding out just how comfortable you actually are with having the last word.

There is a hum in my house that never goes away that I literally don’t hear while shaking my head.

Shutting the blog down later. Got loads of time to pressurize. Still making that blood pressure machine my bitch when I get to the dentist at 2 pm.

♂̸ out

Take care society. I have decided to skirt around you. ☾𐂂 hath become ♂̸

Give me an inch and you’ll miss a mile

Explanations are excuses no more than questions are complaints

And now y’all know how I do this.

I wonder how many real world problems I could solve in 50 minutes or less (total sum).

I have always acknowledged that it is nobody’s responsibility to read anything that I have to say. Ever. I suppose I had simply assumed it an even trade, having y’all acknowledge that you are located in my darkness.

I am the choose your own adventure book everyone gives up on because their Einstellung marches them endlessly towards death.

I bet all those f$&kers took apprentices so there would be someone around to redirect their attention towards helpful shit.

No matter how many errant feathers you find, you shan’t scratch yourself together a quacking, walking duck.

I expect that our expectations manhandle our embarrassments

Biden is correct. The War was rechristened. Well, not rechristened so much as the end of the beginning having been refactored into its own battle.

Each wave you reduce down to a particle, the discarded potential could light up how many observable universes? Also, that last word is stupid. My mouth wants to move more like univi.

wantToSee ≡ worldviewPreserving

Seeing what you want to see is so much easier than people imagine. Being aware that you are seeing what you want to see is master class.

Does it make anyone feel better to know that after a few years, even I have to take multiple passes at what I’ve written to recapture my intent?

What makes me feels worse is that every abstraction carries with it an instruction manual version that nobody asks for.