For a moment this was going to be a facebook note
I get all these thoughts that I want to share, but then I recognize the pervasiveness of words on the internet and I shut up. I write half sentences and then backspace them into oblivion, or into the purgatory of waiting for a proper audience. There is no proper audience these days. So much noise I think maybe it'd be better to side with silence, Until a younger image of myself pops into my head flips me off with a sneering smile, spins around and shakes his ample ass at me while singing 99 red balloons.