#halfpastfuture

Slow down, unplug; you’ll find that life is better at a crawl. Calm your qualms and unrest, some people are begging to be uninstalled. I love your bitrate, you love my megabytes. But the gig is up in this terror-bitten world, hell we can’t afford the bandwidth. If you haven’t noticed, the cost of memory is madness. I know if I pray for peace it means diplomats deceased. Does that make me a beast? Not in the least. Not in these streets that belong to those waging wars in the east. Where no one meets in the middle, their old egos too brittle, and their competence a riddle. But their insolence isn’t. They’ll distract you with Kim and put juice in your skittles then say that you did it. The elite are sick, if you’re not careful they’ll eat your kids. The same ones that are most offended when we say eat the rich. Remember, you have to have a heart for a beat to skip. So don’t act offended, don’t defend it when the world’s upended all because some billionaire demons decided to end it. Look around, there’s so much that’s so wrong. In a world full of Lex Luthors if we can’t have someone super, at least strive to be a Zohran. Fight to rewrite this bitter slow song so we can all collectively soar on. They feast on our graces and want us complacent. The world we’ve been placed in has always been war adjacent. This is a test of patience. We don’t need closure, the future is already half over. Don’t fall for exposure, keep your composure, and don’t get too attached - this is just a stop over.