long time same old
posting to a journal seems rather mundane these days
i cant even tell if this post is friends or public! this layout is a tad different
so still not a rich fucker, but whatever, that was always the distraction from reality, the macro game, not much else to do but trick oneself with games, delusions that scale
appreciating existence is good though, but can't over do anything least i get sick, so many arbitrary thoughts and limitations
lost to the ether of time, this will all be dust someday, the odds it survives reality seems near 0%, then again who knows, no one knows the future, just human nature, the predictable fear and greed cycles of self interest
i almost feel like a third stout, cascade is really good to me
i always figured i would snap out of whatever dream i was in, but it seems clear to me amongst the clouds i can't see the rain drops but they are endlessly forming
i cant even tell if this post is friends or public! this layout is a tad different
so still not a rich fucker, but whatever, that was always the distraction from reality, the macro game, not much else to do but trick oneself with games, delusions that scale
appreciating existence is good though, but can't over do anything least i get sick, so many arbitrary thoughts and limitations
lost to the ether of time, this will all be dust someday, the odds it survives reality seems near 0%, then again who knows, no one knows the future, just human nature, the predictable fear and greed cycles of self interest
i almost feel like a third stout, cascade is really good to me
i always figured i would snap out of whatever dream i was in, but it seems clear to me amongst the clouds i can't see the rain drops but they are endlessly forming