When you realize the only thing, outside of a learning environment, worth capturing in song is emotion.

Side note: not life, f$&kers, that shit is everywhere. I was referring to art.

I cry at the beauty of creation

Stuff

When she is her own unreliable witness, and the bulk of the load goes towards figuring out what f$&king negative must be disproven in order to trip the flag allowing us to pencil placidity back into our schedules.

If you’ve identified that annoying, repetitive ticking currently keeping you from settling into something, and the source happens to be the chaotic rush of CO₂ bubbles crying freedom before bursting against the aluminum can containing all those H₂O molecules who should be so lucky… U might be #ADHD

I mean… above and beyond is just as off target as below and short (from what I gather, never managed to get near the fucker myself).

Hello Today

You look just like Yesterday

So

Fuck you

Knee Jerking The latest entry into what has become a very crowded field of enthusiasts currently racing towards humanity’s extinction looking to land that final blow.

I suppose my head is still farting out emotion to the tune of children’s songs. Today’s melody: Dysfunction Junction.

When you’re probably gonna need to go back to solitary life with a new place to call home, you can’t recall the last meaningful conversation in which you both really needed to be and totally were understood, and saying things like this here is totes fine ‘cause nobody sees it, not even family.

It occurred to me earlier in the week that my knowledge of Muslim divisions got left back in the Gulf War (metaphorically).

When you’re a dead end.

Y’all keep opening up my bio you’re gonna leave me no choice but to finally update that MFer.

Just to rephrase, it would be like acquiring Google, with brand name elevated to English language verb in recognition for its service within our communities, and totally deciding that f$&king name has got to go… ‘cause we’re gonna provide, like, all the services.

Elon even managed to purchase and poop on part of the cultural language space when he acquired the Twittersphere. Things just don’t feel so Twitterific. Feels more Xcrementative.

Guess what f$&kers. Opinion didn’t change, just the imprint of it you’ve managed to capture.

Bill got lucky. My Groundhog Day is some bullshit.

The 55% ain’t the story. The 37% is entirely explainable. This is not news, it is period politiporn set in 2013. I’m cutting y’all off and throwing on anime.

Our neural nets are getting so big. Seems like just yesterday we were still dropping them off in the woods to work on plant identification for earning their Brownie badges (that’s right, my neural networks are female, bitches).

Now I kinda want to write a poem where each and every word makes sense to the reader; but, not a single word carries official recognition… Carroll’s Jabberwocky ∩ Wittgenstein’s language games.

Side note: perhaps it’s worth reflecting on what it is like receiving the payoff for something (not the first payoff, obviously, with Tolkienesque-scoped storytelling) 1028 episodes deep. I’m not sure there are so many comparables.

Holy f$&k, am I actually watching Kaido go down? #OnePiece

Perhaps my heart’s not hard enough.

Random of the least likely variety: write about the correlations over the past year between Kota training techniques learned and ADHD habit-forming/pattern-breaking. Something like, Everything I Need to Know About Leveraging High Functioning Adult ADHD I Learned at CaliK9