we are reaching a point we can never return from.

I had a moment at work today that I haven't experienced for a few years.  It was one of those inspirational moments of complete stoppage.  Where you just have to stop because you can't not stop.  Beauty happens in its most naked sense.  Raw electronic brain firings on a level higher than normal.  The Books were playing and it was fresh autumnal chilly.  I saw man walk by the window with a light jacket and a dog on a leash.  

I came home and watched Monday Night Football.
Sports is criticizing itself more than I've ever seen. And we are reaching a point we can never return from.

what it looks like when you watch your google docs opening.

hart and sole.

the role of a crew of female backup singers is crazy.

were the gender differences we see now even subconsciously realized at the tender ages when parents' oldies music sounded fucking awesome and implanted itself into our brains? 

can they be an instrument in a band without being an otherwise suppressed instrument?

 This is the way to deal with your day off when you could only get half the shit out of your butt.

The devil and a snowman attempted a "slice of life."

At the end of four months, the devil sat and stared at puddle in the grass.

what is happening in the world can be interesting

what is happening in the world can be interesting sometimes. groups of people can come together and produce a publication that makes what is happening in the world interesting.  every so often, i'll read an article that makes me go like, "YEAH. Fuck those assholes.  They're republicans or corporate monsters or the president or cops or someone, and they're ruining all of everything.  Fuck them."  and then i get through half of the article and think, "whatever."

TRIUMPH OF DEATH

i cant believe how much shit has come out of my nose in the past 48 hours.

im reading a really big book to make up for doing nothing with my life.

a constant state of the static that you see when you press down on your eyeballs when the lids are covering them.

the bags under my eyes are eroding to form a bed between their corners and the armpits of my nose.