Uggh, the number of cars.
The noise, the frenetic motion and endless parade.
Bunch of mother fuckers coming home from work, nice cars, shitty cars, loud trucks, 18 wheelers and 20 something’s wearing earbuds.
Fuck ton. Fuck ton of those vehicles,
Seems like a Linchpin.
Seems like you’re fucked without electricity,obviously, but you’d be really fucked without gasoline. Grocery stores dry up in a few days, martial law.
My mind is fried today, most days probably, I have nothing left to give ,after exerting brainpower for a solid 8 hours.
Par, it’s what people do.
Everybody looks at traffic and wishes for the demise of our species.
Right?
I’m in no mood today, I’m tired.
I want to take two puffs, put on my Sony studio monitors (industry standard), and just vibe out .
Plug it into the machine, perhaps the fractal, perhaps a synthesizer ..
I don’t have anything in me today.
Not mad about it, the scoreboard is what it is.
Tomorrow is very close
dawn 