The Procrasti-nation

*washes hands with soap and water after using the restroom*

happy birthday to a decade-old meme.

Black Mirror: Bandersnatch (2018)

When I look again, for love, for more, for what I deserve, and I look closely, and I find what I am seeking, how do I tell the ghost story without coming across as a haunted house?

I’ve been having a hard time keeping up with this, blame it on the flare up of depression, but I’m trying to live even though things hurt because no matter what my mind tells me there is always at least one reason to stay.

Family Feudalism. I don’t have answers, don’t have access, don’t have time is money, don’t have, have not, how you living? And the answers are populated by the masses and energy cannot be created, I am become, dead, destroyed, or open face sandwich and the rest is gravy, and the notes are graceful, and the words are burdens, and the heart is heavy, and the head lies still, and the lonely ones are told they don’t have answers too. I want to buy a vowel, I want to buy a Capitalist letter, I want to write to my congressman, I want to buy a senator, I want to spin the wheel, fortune favors, bold new taste of Doritos, crunch like my bones, tired, don’t tread on me, and I bite the heel that steps on me, and I only have answers in the form of questions, we’re all in jeopardy now, what the fuck is the point?

I took a day for myself, to rest and relax but I still feel tense and nothing will help