It’s been over two weeks since I’ve updated here. I’ve been tweeting, but that’s about it. If the last few blog entries I did post were any indicators, then you could probably guess why I’ve been quiet.
Anyway, I’m back.
I’m not going to lie. Things are looking bleak.
How does one stay foolishly positive in the face of the walls closing in on them? I feel we’re doomed as a species, and no one cares. Let’s talk about chubby royal babies and that show with dragons and the siblings that fuck each other. Let’s do that instead of considering that our air supply is poison and our corporate-owned government overlords are killing our future generations for profit while we watch and wait for a savior that doesn’t exist.
No…? Fuck it. I don’t want to be a downer.
What’s your outlook on life? How was your upbringing? Can you give me a comprehensive list of your moral standards by noon? I want to read through them on my lunch break.
I am the rough in which you find a diamond. My mind is unkempt, a box of wasps and spiders. I’m ready, willing, and able to use cliches to prove a point.
…or it’s just Monday and I feel like journaling nonsense
No one is going to push you out the door. The police might, but that’s a different point for a different post. I’m just saying that your life is waiting for you, figuratively or otherwise.
I have no real point to make today.
I know I’ve been missing for a week and change, but I’m back.
…and I’m about to leave again.
