Kind of ironic (or not, I think I stopped caring) things have gotten so bad I may have to avoid the MB timeline to avoid politics (since the next interesting move will be four years from now).

Disclaimer: I am unable to foresee assassinations or acts of gods

I say the world wants memes out of me, it’d probably settle for a book… good luck waiting on that shit #ADHD.

Also, here is what Kota looks like around 2:08 am.

The dual reality household is a dual reality democracy. Every thing connects in here… f$&kers.

There is something Bene Gesseritarian about providing answers to questioners that ask questions they are not emotionally prepared to hear the answers to.

So many solutions get cockblocked by emotion.

Lateral adaptations for achieving the same thing can be interchanged for efficiency. The quickest way to get the dog on the couch at most hours of the day is by saying on. If, however, he happens to think it is time for dinner, the quickest way is by saying it’s not time yet.

I should probably thank y’all. If the reach ride had ended differently,

I’d be in the same awkward social media quandary you all find yourselfs presently facing.

When you realize that, were the interaction face-to-face, you’d never question whether you ought point out that what is missing from that tree is its heartwood, having had fragments of its remains buried and marked… because we would all answer involuntarily, were our answer multi-sensory.

Fun with whatever they call this

Easy to open. Hard to swallow.

When they’ve informed you of a large construction project to repair the roof of the water tank across the street to be performed January through June and realize the likelihood of there being someone who is both reading this and getting its implications remains low.

Perhaps folks that tend not to cry for others appear more rigid because water makes things flexible.

When you realize the solution was as simply as having a go at it from the uncomfortable angle.

When you recognize what it felt like to realize your intelligence quotient was greater when you were not depressed.

When you realize that being able to turn any one of these thoughts into a three page essay in thirty-five minutes or less is how you finally nabbed that first degree in that seventh year of college (senior level courses finally stopped taking attendance).

When your dad’s best friend is an artist and the only thing he’s seen is your least favorite (the very first one).

Everyone that takes a run
Will peter out perplexed
And walk away
Empty encounters
These aren’t any fun
Rigidity rejects
My child’s play

I wonder how many soft landings I have provided to inanimate objects throughout the years all on account of having learned to trap a soccer ball when I was around four years old.

When you realize no one will ever ask you how to slam a revolving door.

I shove my face in the couch when my head is more interesting.

When you are pissing in the wind but there’s no other direction to turn and when you gotta go you gotta go.

The question would be whether my subconscious channeled that song to meet my moment or whether my moment met some randomly channeled song.

Whew, disconnected. Now nobody is looking again.

Whatever. No nosebleed today so I get to 86 The Nosebleed Sessions