i still believe in anarchy)-well . . and there is a question as to where we stand , and so then , how does one find themselves trading in the actions in a roulette to make a quick buck , it seriously feels like a job and so the song goes , my mother knows why im still caving in after the ballot turns to a landslide , perhaps i dont like pretending but i never give a way for action , especially when confronted with a question that would slump those with the capacity to capture it , henceforth the back and forth , and without distractions . . so then the momentary caper and notice , perhaps it is dmso snd those jacked up sailors want that agony to subsist of marlboro malice that parts away with the religious aspects of the wild west and cartoon-like gangsters parish with the sex and the violence on set and on the silverscreen , all to watch the confusimg moment they all rob the cargo and kidnap the wives . .
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truth be told i dont think anyone reads blogs anymore. its not whats happening. and its not that its not worthy of viewership but people have other shit to do and seem to be caught up on all the bad shit thats happening with grace to liven up our days on some zietgeist happening. also i dont know if its a kind of man like thing to be doing this. for all my days i was told to keep my mouth shut on some pandoras box nonesense but here i am grunting and gasping for breath for every time the panic sets in on some bad company trying to have a good time. its really compromising to the solid nature of a ghost like presence. or that of other ghost like presences. real people too. this is absurd tho.
it really feels like i have nothing to say. my days are over im sure. but this is no suicide note. nor is it a cry for help. i know things can be hard all around but thats just how it feels when youre waiting for the end of a really strange era. i wonder who will inherit the earth once were extinct. my best bet is aliens but i doubt theyll be able to find this place. its probably inhabitable for them too. on some conspiracy theory bullshit or on some clandestine cartel full of clones in a warehouse like resident evil or that other movie.
if anybody finds this blog a million years from now, know that 2020 was shit. as was pretty much every year before that. since weve been at war or in love. its been awful. there are always those lucky few tho. so theres always that. heres to the blog that dont sell.
-maybe, idk