just like an Av that's deleting the user's arm. This is where I'm working at now. listening to Radiohead all day long just 'cause there's another freak sitting at the desk across my place. We seldom talk.
I'd rather go for a ride. Yeah, that's what I wanna do: grab my fucking bike and go get lost right here in SDhanghai.
But I can't. Why? So many reasons: the AV software that's cutting arms away, and I'm semi-married and I can never go alone and she never wants to go ride with me.
Street.
My jacket.
Funny T-shirts.
DC shoes.
It's all gone. Like, my fav. music, my drugs and air and experiences I'd never wanna share. It's all gone and faded and is in the ashtray now. Only those ones that are society-approved. Fuck them. The decent music, decent dress, decent words, decent behaviour, decent substance.
Liqor.
Fuck liquor, bud, I want a milk shake.
Bud.
I can do lots of thinghs INSTEAD.
I'm staying home tonight. I'm answering phone calls. Happy as shit. Changes. Stability. What was I looking for and what the fuck has found me here? The atrocity of the same tomorrow. As always.
Add this to my CV. Exit-entry remark: "System non-compliant".
THX. RIP. BTW.
FYA.