Evidence of the global bifurcation within social media countries keeps on washing up.

Globally, I wonder how many babies will explode today in the background.

That tracks

GDit, now my inner dialogue is transmitting via musical and I think I traced the GD tune back to the Wizard of Oz - If I Only Had a Brain

When you remember you failed whatever that stupid writing comprehension crap they make you do before officially signing off on your two-year core being satisfied in some American Universities (I remembered because I was recalling the last time you have to play 5¶ essay before becoming a real boy).

Writing can be puzzling
Because language is a game
De First person narration
Né human prejudication
To think the word I spoke,
When you speak,
Means the same

Christ on a cracker
How many fucking haiku
Have I written now?

I wonder why I
Wonder preferred to knowing
I fucking wonder

I suppose even-a-broken-clock syndrome is more tolerable in Europe.

It’s kinda bizarre, the asshole you start feeling like when you’re the only one propping up your own self-confidence (the folks you pay to help prop both give and take… they give you a little confidence ‘til you remember they take your money to do so).

He who praises himself generally does so
Only because no one else will volunteer – Waldo Japussy, The Tao of Meow

Wait, how could we truly ascertain the smell of something solid?

My god y’all think he’s running dead even, guess I’m watching bats again.

It’s kinda shite that we allow destruction to be both an antonym and a synonym for creation

When fragments fragment
Questionable quintessence
Where does silence go?

Also, bubble one’s 51% (perhaps 52 or 53 by now) would gladly vote in a watermelon come November so at what point do I get to return to watching y’all fuck up actual news stories and I will go back to explaining how John Oliver is the best of you courtesy the Einstellung effect.

Ronald Reagen once delivered a speech in Atlanta about air pollution wherein he claimed the trouble was all the trees (per the University of Georgia School of Journalism circa 1998)… the solution for cleaning our air was removing some of them. Y’all making selling papers so fucking easy.

When fragments fragment

Y’all keep calling this a hard foul I don’t know how I’ll ever respect Women’s basketball again.

Eugene don’t know what to do with himself, y’all stop putting him on my tv

I wonder

Can fire be felt?

If I slipped away as I slept
Having just good and properly wept
It might just be nice
To put me on ice
Having realized I’d looked where I’d leapt

May wanna stop with the back patting soon in order to double fist that umbrella in the face of the shit storm ‘bout to roll in (lookin’ at anyone that ever thought they’d actually see a debate).

Also, when are we adding the fingerbone articulation via neuro implant to the wing suits?

I want to cuddle with a flying fox and I want to do it upside down.