as i sit here behind the taco bell on a road that used to be of rather posh stature, i gaze upon those who choose to look to me. i stand out, i have always stood out. as a matter of fact, i believe i have ivented a new braiding tactic on my hair- its lovely, if you ask me. all matted and scringe, nothing like normal.
i have and have been for some time a vagrant of sorts, a wandering reality surfer who once was a timecop voidsplicer but alas have i been so camarooned here on ‘URF. “homeless”, that is how the society boys and business dads refer to me, im sure. they wish they were me, i can see it in their meek adherance. run a stop sign on tuesday for the glory of your own imagined secret club of hip gangsters. only if you score a trust fund in the midst….
i live in the fringe ‘burbs out by sardis rd. i stay with my associate mutant skumlord sexman “jay” at the best western hotel, right off independence and sardis- the one that sits atop the trifecta of nuisance- the three fortresses of the near badlands- each of comically bad standing and variable service throughout. cops tend to scroll patrol the valley of pseudostealth behind each one, an alley between-when you cruise through, you seem completely isolated, which offers a false sense of security- for aside from the pigs on their own quest of destruction, the hotel windows of each room loom above, and who KNOWS what eyes hide between those curtains and blinds..? lovely lovely cheap hotels. ❤
finally, setting comfortably in the lowest bracket of our newly imagined micro-society, you will find that the “in-town suites” stands stalwart and sullen, the last building before the Briar Moat that attempts to deter the miscreants from the neighboring “securcare self storage”. the secret code for 24 hour access is *126 (or was it *128?) i used to live there, too. i originally found my way to this canton of the city by means of that mireish facility. memories of meeting and falling in love with (and THEN getting my heart torn from my chest by him, of course…) that swim through my head at all times…. love is my downfall, its forth-wraught agony- my driving force, my muse. truly divine, it drives my lifeforce ever onwards, dancing with lonely waves of awe and wonder, ever-offering my loyalty to those who seem to take pleasure in offering the opposite, will my heart ever learn..? shall i be forever stranded, even in a room of humans, only more so?
i am alone right now. something i truly detest. a myriad of therapists stands always at the ready, waiting to shout something about dialectical behavioral therapy, and that being alone is something healthy and necessary. bah. silence, peons of hypocrates. i shall not abate.
i was alone for 9 months at my most recent isolation. it taught me that ultimately, despite the trouble and ultimate heartbreak that is seemingly guarenteed in our interactions with the Other, well… to put it one way- one must imagine sysiphus as happy, even if he is doomed to be rejected, over and over- at least he can have the pleasure of existing to do so.. shoutout camus. anyways. i have just gotten off on walmart again. with some confidence and a nice strut, anybody can find a way to remain invisible to LP. nerds. fucking twats. who chases someone who steals food to eat? monsters. i despise society and their designation/regard of so-called “criminals”, how dare they punish someone by stealing their most valuable resource, TIME, by locking them away to do fucking nothing forever? that’s a sin. if im god, that’s the sin. nobody should have the right. just because someone doesn’t agree with, fit into, or follow the human-conceived “rules” of such a society, this doesn’t by any means denote them as undeserving of their natural rights. urgh. rant done. i shoplift often. i encourage you to do the same. if you are not participating in this ridiculous game of not getting caught stealing from corporate giants, i truly believe that you are missing out on something that belongs to our generation in time- a relic and a historical cold war between the people and greed-ridden corporations. there is nothing wrong with stealing from walmart, for food, profit or otherwise. ok. glad i got that one out of my system. phew.
i find myself to be broke again. i need money, gross money, i hate money and i hate the money store. wishing i could log out without committing suicide. oh well. time to go run some scams with fingers crossed. see ya next time, if ya even exist…
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