i face the grime layer his reality, i do nothing about it.
i try to visit the castle and i am denied at the town gate. "what you are looking for isn't here any longer"
clearly someone has moved it, probably using night as cover.
intoxicants are expensive and make me feel sick before me feel satisfied. food makes candles hiss. i certainly can't eat my fill, but i can't fast.

mountain drafts have the geometry correct but expect perfect material efficiency. my ratios are all off, my margins are eaten up by tax and broker fees. tell those damn pirates they'll have to wait another week but don't tell them it is my fault.

in fact, blame everything on the dumpsters. and the telecoms, and their agents, and their supply.
THEREBY I PPropose "The National Love Candy Cake Coca Cola Troops Kitten Christmas Corn Cheeseburger Jesus HBOFOXIPHONETWITTER Safety Cheap Gasoline Aid Act" ...and I call the act the aristocrats! (why bother hiding behind bullshit names when the normal red assed american is too stupid and too happy being stupid to check and intended failure system design to even know the extent of the common man's now short horizon to even know he should check? why bother still playing that game when the rest have already bailed in their own way(zoloft, denial, expat, jail)?
I'd still like to know why wikipedia and google went black that day. Was it to celebrate mlk? OR as a celebration of crude and rubber? Yknow even the crest our culture rallied on isnt as romantic as steel and toolmaking. brute force the argument for its efficiency laughable considering the waste at all levels. BECOME the true civil hero your chainsmoking, drunk, grayhaired presidents want you to be and learn to BURN SHIT to propel us five years but not ten into the future. The only way we will be able to yank out the needle is if we somehow figure out a way to portion out our own souls and use as a chemical catalyst to move around between nowhere and nowhere important.

every day i swear at the street every day i don't belong. i don't know where i was. there is no better time, "so you're staying saha then?" vacation can mean a lot of things. i've been told one i want isn't real. the rest aren't so novel anymore.
the floor clears out and things stop making noise. cheap paint is enough to sit next to a priceless artifact, these days.
i'll make a good decoration, on the next day of the dog.