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mind money all falling into place like I am really good at Tetris. minus computers, they are dropping like this people chocolate. this maybe approaching maturity is a mental illness, to where the ideas of comfort seem to outperform the flow of excitement, anticipation. it holds me tight. even as I listen to TKO. worried movement will place me in such a place where I'm surrounded by pretentious art fucks. bear in mind, I am damn close to being one, but when presented with a mirror image, I kind of giggle.
work is holding me tight too. every weekend I expect the restaurant to be padlocked, as the owner is 3 months behind on rent by means of bad checks. this makes everytime I deposit a paycheck the least thrilling version of gambling I have ever known.
either way and soon, i know i'll be better off. this came to me when i was smoking with some kids over the weekend. they were not bad people, they were even fun, but completely embodied a few traits. fairly friendly things that before they became actual lifestyles and overshadowed once important things such as character. this summer will make things work like gears of motha earth.