I don’t know if it’s my depressive side acting up, but I contributed to an arts magazine that is a dead end and I find that depressing, the human species is going to go extinct which is depressing, and the universe is going to heat death itself, which is depressing. So like, I find myself very depressed about the state of all existence. And nothing can get me to lighten up. Now’s a good time for a friend but friend’s not there. He doesn’t “like texting”.
I’m also relegated to this really low class stuff, but I think that’s just my psychosis–it’s not actually supposed to sound like that.
I need to fart a lot.
The updates, man. The updates.
Hmm what else…
I want creation and life. Not this death stuff. Why? It’s so sad! D=
Extinction is the saddest.
I have to go to the toilet to sit on it again. I shall be right back one second tyvm.
More time stalling, until the next conclusion.