Oh, man, that one guy on the Phish forum is getting on my nerves, as always! He will say anything, with no regard to convention or decorum, in order to feebly express his distasteful iconoclasm. Oh, well. My HPPD-induced ravings don’t always sit well with people, either, I’m sure. I don’t set much stock by relatability in a casual environment like that, so perhaps it’s the height of hypocrisy for me to expect anyone else to do anything under the sun.
I’m up early at the crack of five. The Crackson Five. Dance, and shout! Shake your body down to the ground, IMO!
I’d like to write in here more often, but I haven’t had all that much to say lately. One thing perhaps I could write about is Daphne and her upcoming professional publication. Daphne is a young lady at A. A. who I’m rather taken with, but who does not seem to be interested in me, even casually. At any rate, she recently graduated with a Bachelor of Arts’ degree in English Language & Literature, which was my major, from what would be my alma mater if I had not decided I wanted to take drugs more than study or turn in term papers, and we even had a professor in common. This professor is the one I probably learned most from in my entire academic career. Anyway, Daphne did reply to my question last night that she’ll be writing about misogyny. I had hoped it might be more on the poetic side. She’s a nice lady.
Over any considerable period of time, I’ve been checking up on old friends on social media to see what they’re up to. Stalking? No. Creepin’? I don’t know what that means and don’t care. Anyway, I have been really interested to see what three of my friends in particular are doing. C is learning pole-dancing, and until recently she worked at a donut shop. I’m not sure in what manner she’s employed right now. E has achieved her dream of becoming a professional visual artist, and seems to have a gallery of her own work and is married. G is a freelance(?) journalist, which is exactly what she always wanted to do, if I remember correctly. I’m glad they’re successful, and though I’m tempted to re-enter their lives somehow, I don’t do it. Personally, I haven’t made much of myself by way of material things, and my mental health has degenerated significantly to the point that it’s very difficult to maintain relationships.
Oh, you don’t know half of me half as well as you should like; and you like less than half of me half as well as I deserve. My flow just grew legs and walked out; ‘bye.
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