dawn

Mmmmm …

Then I’m closer to myself again.

It’s like you go grind, and that’s a percentage of a battery.. then your day is done,,and then ..

Ugh.. Draining.. And you want to sleep 😴..

So come home, handle what you need to handle, make sure everything is safe and everyone is fed …

Then lay down…

Just resssstttt…

Be running on empty 🫗…

Wake up at about 9pm..make sure everything is locked up, make sure everything is good…

Then you have a few hours.

I’ve been on this for a few weeks now …

I notice I sleep deeper..

I just … I get super fucking cranky at about 30 hours without fauxpium..

Super cranky.

Fuck this life,

Fuck this species,

Fuck this existence,.

Fuck this country …

That kinda stuff…

A Flawpium…

I get really mean thoughts… Like… I’ll scan around myself and I’ll think…

“what is the worst possible thing I could do right now? 🤔”

I go to a concert with Alex and I mutter to him as we walk in…

“man..a mass shooter could really get a body count in here”

Then I start scaling.

Obviously you’d want to lock up the exits,so the herd couldn’t get away… they’ll be trampling each other… So you’d need trusted soldiers at the exits..with chains…

Obviously they’d have to be Columbian because those motherfuckers just

Get

Shit

Done…

So you’d have to be a mass murder with enough charm and Spanish to enlist the help of Columbians…

Which is kind of a tall order….

Meh…

Just give up on the whole thing, make a cute little comment,, that seems sufficient..

“man, a mass shooter could really get a body count in here, look at all these people!”

Then you’re on the News, which is the wrong reason to ever do something…so you’re a whore,, then you have to make peace with all that…

Sigh…

I guess…I guess I won’t do any of that 👍

I’ll just keep doing this other thing