How are you? Are you doing well? You should tell me, I will compare the results as expected to myself. How am I? You know. The usual. It is a tricky thing that, the same. Just not exactly the same. Changing every day. In every way. Walk away now, I am done with you. No, I don't miss. That is called regression. I digress. Abstract thoughts and ideas, tend to cement my fears. A lack of action, faceless ticking gears.

When I started this post this morning as something to pass the time then got interrupted all the way till now. I was a bit more agro, now I am just feeling a bit sheepish. Dammit. Fuck you sheep. I had like such cool angry things to say and now we will never know. It is bullshit I tell you. Almost as much bullshit as the South Africans being whiney about some dead cunt and not being able to see his body. As much bullshit as some stupid Indian Muslim state control tweet I saw. No clue what it is about but I know bullshit when I see it. It is like an itch behind your eyeball and you know if you can pull it just a bit that might help, it might also make you blind or something. I am no eyeball expert but I like mine where it is. I hate it as much as steem hates documenting changes. What amazing things could I have typed? I remember the one part was something about the radio stations playing Jesus music but I have never heard them play Allah music. that was yesterday. Fuck I am getting so old. It is time to die already. Lend me some balls to jump? Nah not jump, just jump on. Gonna crack your nutsack motherfucker, so you can stop breeding like a selfish prick. That is why I have to go take and print photos at some God-forsaken uncaged child event this Saturday. That is bullshit ok. Take your happy group of friends or family then shove their heads into the ground legs up (the ones who have legs) before turning the fucks to charcoal and calling it modern art with the title "Petrified Toes" make lots of money from that and live the high life. Notice how the high life does not include children? I totally get why people shoot places up, I won't do it but I get it. Too bad they don't shoot the right places, anyway I am pretty sure most are just kept on retainer and groomed by some dude or dudette with the idea that what they are doing matters. A legit suicide one maybe, kudos be smart to make your final pathetic act count and shoot up some drug den or high-level politicians building. The local municipality is where the cum spots are so no need to waste time with the trash. So sheepish, jeez and I had such a good rant I think. I can't even remember.

_Sheepy