Mind was full of dogwhistles. To find honesty within government matters Is a mental toil. Yet I take my energy from trying to console Grandad in his late days.
These times I want to be young and carefree with the childish flying. So I have to make something that ain't Junuphobia.
Disney, with its lapdogs, the embarrassing performances of unintentionality. Obsessing about it now as they deliver blockbusters mystifies the iconoclast within me.
So, hospital bed and smartphone photo sharing with filters and how normalised it's become.
Sigh. Apart from the denialists, or miserablist enforcement, still alive. The ai issue is with my trying to remain a freak away from the hypemonger.
I've yet to read a giant back catalogue that makes me snobby with video games. Time was on my mind, yet so was A Confederacy of Dunces.
Enough of the self-important news made a spectacle. Slap of pain out. Cheddar cheese lunch sandwich.
His consciousness is there, barely registering as I explain my project too. Not sure how this licentious youth I have left contrasts with the stoic, frail tradition left to reconstruct into fiction. What a word! It's normalised. Glad age puts another in a state of mind. I'm silly and occupied with my own domination of 230 of a bill of anti-trust which I'm doing.