So I got drunk tonight, having taken amphetamine in the day though if anyone somehow finds this that isn’t supposed to see my illicit substance use, which is a myth, I assure you this is part of my fiction persona. See, even in this no viewer word I am scared and careerist. Isn’t that perfect? Point is, I was dancing. Drum bass was playing and that is my shit but even then I feel like my fake skanking is a bit of a farce. Who am I kidding, my whole life is a farce right now because everyday I wake up and live a lie. We all probably do in some way but concretely, it is something I do. And tomorrow I have a paper to write and I worry I’ll lack the lucidity. I’ll start the engine now. All the other writers I know, even the exceptions, I don’t feel like have the perfect approach and that’s not to say I do but my recklessness at least helps things in the entire schemata. My stupid way of saying scheme of things without saying the cliche.

But I’ll say a cliche because even cliches are heard nowadays and its not really tropes in language that we should be worried about. None of this matters. Ideally I want to learn to blog everyday and not as a diary but something principled and about a topic.

Tonight however I don’t have such capabilities and I think that it’ll require some moment in order to be able to do it, because even if this is an unseen public forum, what about when people actually see it? Who knows where I’ll be. Hopefully the blockchain hides me well enough. Fuck making any substance tonight, though I will write a self-indulgent poem, I’m going to tap out, and this is all you get. I’ll make it an NFT too in case that hides shit further Turns out I can’t because I can’t find a 2:1 aspect ratio image to upload whatever the fuck that means. Hello world and hello nobody but future employers when I get washed up and don’t follow the truth.

So I got drunk tonight, having taken amphetamine in the day though if anyone somehow finds this that isn’t supposed to see my illicit substance use, which is a myth, I assure you this is part of my fiction persona. See, even in this no viewer word I am scared and careerist. Isn’t that perfect? Point is, I was dancing. Drum bass was playing and that is my shit but even then I feel like my fake skanking is a bit of a farce. Who am I kidding, my whole life is a farce right now because everyday I wake up and live a lie. We all probably do in some way but concretely, it is something I do. And tomorrow I have a paper to write and I worry I’ll lack the lucidity. I’ll start the engine now. All the other writers I know, even the exceptions, I don’t feel like have the perfect approach and that’s not to say I do but my recklessness at least helps things in the entire schemata. My stupid way of saying scheme of things without saying the cliche.

But I’ll say a cliche because even cliches are heard nowadays and its not really tropes in language that we should be worried about. None of this matters. Ideally I want to learn to blog everyday and not as a diary but something principled and about a topic.

Tonight however I don’t have such capabilities and I think that it’ll require some moment in order to be able to do it, because even if this is an unseen public forum, what about when people actually see it? Who knows where I’ll be. Hopefully the blockchain hides me well enough. Fuck making any substance tonight, though I will write a self-indulgent poem, I’m going to tap out, and this is all you get. I’ll make it an NFT too in case that hides shit further Turns out I can’t because I can’t find a 2:1 aspect ratio image to upload whatever the fuck that means. Hello world and hello nobody but future employers when I get washed up and don’t follow the truth.