Tearing down the freeway at 2am in dad's old El Camino, The moon a cheap disco ball in the heaven.

losing my mind over the Netflix documentary. Smashing at the DMV. The locations where avant-garde artists operate.

Wallet fat with dividends. Seducing wives of Silicon Valley billionaires at Safeway. a divorced mailman at a private jet terminal. Your Name Here.

Riding the high of Kanye's aborted presidential run. We're selling freedom by the dozen. On the phone with God, he wants gravy.

Why do people laugh? Messing around with the Dairy Queen night staff, God loves the humble.

The American Dream lives in the breakfast sausage section of a McCalla, Alabama Piggly Wiggly. Four thousand hungry wolves rampaging on streets. The general price level was affected by other factors

Chicken tenders on my lap fingers fumbling. Farmers are fattening their animals. We have been fooled and manipulated into sniffing Adderall off armoires instead of eating their luscious meat

I swapped out my iPhone for an old Nokia. One day a courtier brought a deer to a meeting with the emperor, calling the deer a “great horse.” I am Bill Gates' waiter now. Education isn’t just about learning.

i used to put a little mayonaisse on my sandwiches, but lately i've just been grappling with a world on the precipice

Every night like Pacman, aimlessly in search of the next front to die on. We don't have the bullshit pussy we once did. We didn't get rich in a week like the cocaine 80s, we're on our 2nd flat-screen. We forgot everything except suicide bombers, we're mercenaries in dystopia.

On a $10/hour salary I used to buy a house, land, & a 3-bedroom 2-bathroom home. Is that opulent or what? $15,000/month rent in New York now. I'm a business owner with tax breaks, over-40 board rooms, with 5 kids. My wife is a model on page 40. I'm killing myself this weekend.

I heard this dude spent 4 hours at a McDonald's so his kid could play on the Playground. $6k for pizza, $2k for fast food, and 20 mins of quality time. In America everyone just wants more, never want it, they just want more stuff.

Everyone's server is running addicting viruses. I know one guy who was so fucked he would sleep with his laptop under his pillow like a toddler. They tried to make a documentary about it but the Big Boy Security Dudes killed him in his sleep trying to get rid of the malware.

I just watched some woman on the 50th floor of a downtown high rise pour vodka all over her phone getting with Google Maps playing on her TV in the background, like its a normal scene from Silver Lake. It's nothing but a poorly shot infomercial for a revolution.

barreling through the Dunkin Donuts drive through nursing a cranberry Vodka. Silver foil spread with bagel and schmear and my vehicle 5 inches inside the one in front of me (The Vehicle Centipede). I Shouldn't have eaten before I went running

I was on Weight Watchers Episode 377 for consuming steroids, a glass of skim milk, and my turkey sandwich. I want to weigh 100 pounds.

Best thing about a failed relationship is binge gaming to forget. 25 hours into a World of Warcraft marathon with Cheeto dust on my Dick. Welcome to Hell. You wouldn't even begin to get it.

I have a sweatpants outfit from LL Bean on right now to remind me of my East Coast roots. I've gotten sober on and off over the years, and as much as I love driving drunk, it's a waste of gasoline when you live in Los Feliz.

Sad story: friend of mine just passed. Huge nostrils. Could have been a great drug addict. Instead he got shot in the head

Fell in love on the internet again. She's an ASMR specialist, whispering words I never deserved to hear. Too much intimacy in headphones for a guy who's from the other side of the tracks.

Sometimes, the only escape is through the barrel of a gun. Or in my case, joining The Big Boys Security Unit.

I tell my son, pro gramer means unemployed. He drops out anyway. 19 years old, tattooing esoteric codes of forgotten algorithms on his girlfriends forearm at night. In the morning a rabid Spot® Robot Dog by Boston Dynamics attacks her. I take it out back. I am killed by a drone.

$700 meal, $500 wine. The foam of gastronomical privilege stuck in my dehydrated throat. Her eye catches the waiter, a quick flicker that screams "I Love New York, my waiter fucked me at the dinner table".

i split some molly with a saudi royal at Dairy Queen. Met with Benjamin Moore at the local Home Depot. Got real high off Sharpie pens then modded GTA V. Tonight we'll paint the town Red, White & Blue.

Stepping endlessly over homogenized thresholds, scanning idiosyncrasies through retina screen. Posture shaped by data, 50-email workdays. Heartbeats muffled under motivational podcast.

Honking, panic sweating, racing GM Suburbans full of youth soccer moms to traffic light collisions; we are all jazzed up on the recent Ford shareholder dividends.

I spent suburban Saturday screaming into a SoundCloud brand mic and bombing down hills on my parent’s rolling lawn chairs. Man, we gotta somehow stop the government.

Doubling down on bold Bud Lights in a Queens airport bar, ready to abandon my small-town ambivalence.

Work shirt unbuttoned halfway, chugging Diet Coke at 3am, firing gunshot texts into the void. You wake up crying, see Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson trending, time to trade some shitcoins.

Scrambling for Black Tar Cigawrettes from an ex Silk Road merchant at Guy Fieri's Catalina island beach party.

girls who smoke cigawrettes are the closest thing to angels

cracked open a can of beer at my kid's birthday and flirted with the clown (we're fucking). parents looking hard at their smartphones to find god this afternoon

$30 invested in NFTs and Chinese LoFi stream ads on pinterest. things are looking up

energy drinks: lit up. My girl has it all: UV lashes, fake tans. She is going to school to be a Doctor. I have so much potential

White noise Therapy disrupted by a homeless man jacking off on the two way mirror to himself at sundown. He comes first, the cops come second

endless Dark Web embezzlements at Gold's Gym. Weaponized G-wagon dreams running on low carbs and outdated treadmills.

The smell of cigawrette smoke, the clinking of glasses

I have recently been recruited by a small ethnostate to lead a revolution. I will be taking a break from writing and documenting my experiences.

We care not for American nonsense, we have our own way of living, our currency is a quart of milk, our dream is to wake up at noon

mid toxic white bitches smacking their gums at me like i wouldnt clock they and their fathers ass. i run this town

what a weekend. i had fries smoked a single ainslie red and pet a cat

Pair of Air Jordans encrusted with Whole Foods low sodium wing sauce. Trading apple derivatives behind the mcdonalds

Normcore Amish, heavily buttered gluten free® toast, pub trivia at Gus' Gas Station. Dirty Martinis, chlorinated dreams, blistered epoxy.

Lost myself in rent controlled Netflix Confidentials. Molly fueled Uno games. I am the Godfather when it comes to doing dope shit with my boys

Breaking sweat in the unemployment line, day scamming eBay rebates from unsuspecting princes in Nigeria. Private colony on Moon soon

The American dream is to go from a Lockheed Martin intern to a biotech CEO (selling MDMA to your pastor) and still be blown away by the quality of a Subway foot long.

Wearing beat-up Jordans in business class, redefining my self image self in the airport

Cases of Dr. Pepper mount like Internet-old pagan rituals. potroast dreams, I bought it at Costco

Sippin' 40's in leather booths. lighting counterfeit Ainslies with counterfeit fifties. Gas station sushi, Susquehanna blues

Chain-smoking Magistrates in my mom's Astro minivan. Korean War vets couldn't understand the suicide squeeze I have between cacao and bitcoin

Panhandling tips over darknet with Natalia, my Vr girlfriend pay to fucking learn. Fire sale on Fortnite. Mom's condoning my bagel bites again

Wall Street putas giving you a second look is worthy of a crippling opioid addiction.

API ringtones printing Make America Warm hats again, smoking deer blood out the hookah

zeroing in on Chinese shitcoin shorts, my father worked for the NYSE and tells me i'm a revolutionary

you can't take but a few steps on the outskirts of jauzia without encountering wandering spirits. faces of the ones you put down. they all bear their legends. crushed coke cans, the children's chalk is dyed blue with methamphetamines

Chewing Russian luckies in alphabet city disgusted with what I see

scraping tumblr backlogs for theories about Queerness to talk to concubines over backgammon; they are more interesting than you, are they not?

dave & busters to sign the divorce papers is true americana, reading koans in the drive thru

ingesting worldviews from the losers of history, maybe i'm one too. i point the gun at the mirror. through the looking glass everything is sharper

rogue pork belly investor at the pentagon complaining about clearance, Sir - there are no Pigs here

found this spot called the big dog diner down my block. cheap coffee and big smiles. may make it a weekly thing.

Checking out the whites of my eyes in a 7-Eleven restroom. Swagged out in Tenacious D merch drenched in bordelaise sauce. This shit forever cuh.

Facebook Marketplace, looking to score oxy and vintage Nintendo cartridges. Hustle is a saintly virtue where Im from. Listerine on the rocks.

Sipping whiskey in a Lil Caesars joint, my UberEats order on repeat. Yeah im Feeling like Detroit is back.

Analyzing Wall Street Journal futures data with a dyslexic stripper named Twinkie. One day im gon to own the Cowboys and paint them jerseys up with anime. Shes real good with numbers.

A home-wrecking yoga instructor from NYU Snapchats me at 4am. U tryna go to chinatown and explor the corridors? I say no thanks. money dont sleep.

Let's blow $2000 on Minecraft skins, cruise the trinket section on Etsy. Escorts from LinkedIn too busy to answer this time of year.

Bearing the weight of a Bitcoin investment. discussing existentialism with my pornhub model girlfriend. Chasing black and milds with White Claw.

Sniffing adderall with a b2b saas founder living off expired options. These guys real cool not whistling no dixie

High-frequency trading epoxy. Everything is rented but my time. Two grams of Melatonin cost me blue collar martyrdom. Chandelier lights shimmer off a crushed PBR can. Saturday night with the boys at Circle K.

Rare Supreme drops. Shuffling tarot cards in an Atlanta Waffle House. Cop radio’s crackling outside. God never slammed the door on me.

We going live Forex trading in a Airbnb treehouse. Church-going girls paying my alimony. Life is real good when you soak it all up the old fashion way

Trading Rick for Chevy engine parts. Getting blown in soup kitchens. My nephew is harvesting poppy seeds in the Willamette valley and we prolly pop off this spring on some big money things.

Scorching hot summers spent injecting flaxseed oil and redesigning manholes. Fat paychecks trickle down from the Rockefeller Foundation. This urban life real walkable. These biceps real remarkable.

I'm just a lad from Queens trying to beat the odds & maybe score a pair of Versace socks on eBay.

Economy class dreams fading a Gucci tracksuit, counting the days. don't give your mental energy to anything but Gucci

Conspiracy theories sizzling. Grinding code. Exploiting Amazon deals. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him

Your girl wanted my Goodwill sweats. Pick a local building in the hazy half-light of LA's Gaslamp District. I own it. Collecting crippling debt, I am cooking.

My girl Candice, sniffing up a blizzard in our pink flamingo pool, texting nudes for crypto. They can't stop us.

I'm no Casanova retweeting North Korean propaganda. Comprehend and cope on these vintage Nikes.

Emerging from Best Buy let go of all of the things that get in the way. Empty Pringles cans. Chinese takeout. Wendy’s wrappers. The shaman is a conduit.

fuck you Crypto I just filled my still-beating heart with better than fair trade coffee, uncanny how i live this life shaolin hermit style

Day-old baguette, in the glow of a 24-hour laundromat. Capital flows. I have to confess, I also harbored some fantasies of running Super Bowl ads for Hentai

Calling for mother the poor fool bless his soul. You must show proof of Cash. Overpriced bottle service on the floor. Drenched in Versace cologne.

Fear only exists in your mind. Climb the corporate ladder. Swim with loan sharks. Private screening of Jumanji with tech moguls.