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If I could throw my phone away and get a landline, I would. I'm not cut out for the fast-paced digital rat race. I want to do puzzles and eat snacks and play Scrabble, and take walks and grow things, and make art when I feel inspired, not when my bank account is low or when someone is demanding it. And I know I'm preaching to the choir, and life is supposed to be tough, and we're supposed to just accept it and keep moving. But that honestly never made sense to me, and maybe I don't want it to. Sometimes, I worry that 'sad' will always be my default. That the world will always be cruel and ill never be able to just exist and be ok with the way things are. There are days where I wake up and immediately feel the weight of the world, the collective suffering and decay... like my body is a conduit for all of the world's chaos and its coursing through me like electricity all at once.

Trying to articulate it makes me feel like a madman.

Feeling it makes me question if I want to exist at all.

I fucking hate it here.

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You're fine.

And we're all told they're sorry, Just go home to bed To keep on waking up And try again That the melancholy will slowly d i s s o l v e From our heads But that's not what happens . . .

Apocalypse Now or Later?

53 years of food production left. Active Genocide and war. Toxic Waterways. Price Gouging. Unchecked Police Brutality. Removal of basic Human and Civil Rights. The writing is on the goddamn wall. This


I'm so happy you are here. Your work is a bright spot in the madness. And I want a land line and to put and antenna back on my house. Go back to 5 TV stations and renting movies.

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Thank you so much. This made my day. 💖

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