#pursuinghaplessness

Sydney The Vow. There are no filters; our sun sets on futbol and politics. You asked me a question and I answered it. Where is our budget? It's missing. Hand turkeys have worked 0 days without blaming labor. New York Brooklyn is perfect. They stand with Israel. What more can you ask for? S.P. on television: Honey, I Shrunk My Brain, The Mary Tyler Moron Show, You Are Dumber Than A Fifth Grader, How To Cheat Conservatives Into Paying $10 A Month... And Blaming Liberals For It. Conservative Bible Hour, Pretty Little Liars (oh wait, that's taken), Mexican Is The New Black, Rocky Government Shut-Down Horror Show. Two bullets for the village in the West. Bodies stink in those coffers. Baseball still matters. Winnipeg We're on tour but we're on the run. We're on the run because that's the life that was chosen for us. Why does Winnipeg get it's own hastag? Fringe culture breaks free from conventions and becomes common. Hypocrisy ensues. Soon the sewers will be above ground, Dad-rock will become new-age and all fans of Friends will be super-indie. Berlin Rock-stars, knee-replacements and golfing. Z isn't just for sleeping on. Bankruptcy is the secret to wealth (via an extremely shady promoted source). Whore out a shared video to achieve attention from the robots. This fall I'm going back to school with an attractive Aryan man. Can't understand a word he says, what he stands for, or why he's popular but I must follow him and replicate his behavior. Become one with my cybernetic programming. Albuquerque BANG BANG BANG BANG. Tomorrow we will be hot and glamourous. A true pairing will become one with the universe and one within myself. I can't sleep because of my fandom. Because my brothers and sisters are dying in front of the whole world. Because I'm a get-away driver. Because wi-fi is tracking my location and someone is spying on me. Because I am become Thot. Let me grace you with my walk. A game of walking shall we play, dancing even. Let it overtake your consciousness. Madrid Music is not what I do, it is who I am. Who I Am. Who Am I. They have Kardashians too. Good to know the U.S. isn't the only nation plagued with abomination, pandering over-zealousness and undeserved royalty. Reading Spanish has been unsuccessful. Columbus The familiar is the most simple. Waffles, boxes and Texas. Our midwestern minds rest in the mideastern region of our nation. Paradox can't derail comfort. Explain the origin of humanity and I will give you the Heartland. “Lucy did.” This heart is yours. Fall is coming and the weekends must be shed. Skin will shake free from the heat. Our urban hibernation commences.

Day 1: We don't go through life. We are on life, in the midst of life. It is intravenous. It is empowerment. A consciousness wrought from inanimate, unmitigated unconsciousness. Day 17: Everything at work is censored. I think things will turn themselves off and they don't. Sometimes I wonder if I had all of the answers in a past life. The “Man with the Plan”. Isn't it funny that wind and wind are the same word? You can leave me. Day 23: Radio waves. Speak to me in tongues. Glottal fry. Draw little beads on my eyelids so that I can see you while I sleep. What you're seeking is seeking you. That's not true. The Before and After of Being Scared. Day 30: Come close to my face. The moment is intense, the music is intense. You know something is going to happen. Adrenaline and then dread. The sinking felling before fright. I never really wanted to die. I just didn't want to live for fear of facing every day. Mood swings are never secure enough; they always falter under duress. They aren't rated for heavy loads. Day 46: It's all about the bodily pleasures of Now, not about growing old and providing for those that come after you. Spend money that you don't have because you will grow old. You will grow bitter, and you will regret every single moment. You won't be coming back. Can't come back, won't come back. You're so sensitive. I am a machine, a machine, a machine, a machine, machine, machine, machine machine machinemachinemachinemachine Day 51: Makes your heart race. American Muscle. Run the quarter mile in the watchman's car. "I saw you out there on the stretch." "Ah, that wasn't me." Day 72: Another dreadful delay. Not this again. X-ray's hint at familiars. Ingrained psychosis. I won't ever shed the spectre. Even your talk, your logic won't change it. Thanks for trying to cheer me up. You should probably go. Day 79: Sometimes I go places that I've never been and see familiar people I can't possibly know. But I do. The faces are there. Whoever I was then I can't ever be again. Day 84: Nobody wants a 50 year old anything. You're damaged goods. A medical liability. You aren't worth the bones that hold you up. Day 99: In Remembrance of Me. It's a whole Mass. Piano ringing and light cast on arches. Tight collars and satin linings. It's a package of hope delivered. Day 106: If you articulate more clearly Siri will understand you and she won't have any problems writing things down correctly. Try something. Repeat everything I say because everything I say is golden. Hear the word vomit all over? I keep going. Hermes is the latest messenger. I have this book, I own this book. In the back of it was a freshman and I have actually owned this book. The customer still has it. If I folded like that my family time would be cheap. Time to eat, eat, eat. Sounds not spelling. Voicing, manner and place. Phonetics. It's the same thing as khakis and car keys. I could cut these wires and ruin everything.