Follow the money yeah because oil moves stuff pretty fast, faster I think I can do

 Days just blend into one another. I should get out more. Not just books and binging series. I feel braindead sometimes. There just isn't more.
Took a shower tonight over ten minutes. Scrubbed flakes off my scalp. I also did a 20 minute moisturising face mask. I notice it when I don't drink enough water that I've not drank water all day.
I should do groceries shopping so I don't wind myself ordering deliveries again. It was good but I could've enjoyed it, you know, more. I can smell if I want to, like familiar smells I expect.
Binged on a horror series. Writer even did a cameo. Some people won't go out of style. Writers. 

I will be forgotten. I don't have anyone. No more instagram likes. Maybe that is down to the "Kajsa Blom huora" sites I found on duckduckgo. Or it could be just me. I was mansplained not to put my kik nickname on Badoo on my profile if I am not looking for anything. Told him what if I block instead those that have nothing sensible to write to me, instead. He asked why I hadn't blocked him yet so he asked for it. Young and chubby guys seem to think they own the world, entitled to be pleasured by women, to pussy. Someone will not turn them down if they try 500 times. Fuck this world, eh... Can't it be both? I mean, I was just thinking of something. Can't remember what it was. About the duality of things. Words maybe. Relating to the catastrophe that is climate. Something in between my lines. Totally lost and forgotten. What you don't explain... well they only hear what they want any way. Why not be more paranoid?

Oh. Here it is again. Like I need to poop and it's very thing that's wrong with everything. Actually don't remember seeing some character pee on a tv series right, but there he was, with old people prolems-

I can see the appeel of gen z
reels, forget reality
shorts, like your life will be
bedrot.

The neverending scroll, a scroll. Scrolling, sacred texts on parchment.

Thumb and eyes, working together to give millions of views

views, filling a world with ewaste from millions of devices

some exploded and put out with water

A thinking thank of philosophical thoughts, light stimulating the brain at night

Data centers, for a monster on the page that predicts words with no brain

No brain can still be better than a physical being doing repetitive tasks,

with so much out there. Noise, cables, frequencies, so clever

follows your trace, can see you think, lets go never

Take my job, no worries, leave me in a bubble of my own making

for the unknowable future lets backtrack but progress can't be halted

science for a sake of money, becoming the product yourself

morals, ethics, a Nobel prize, Norwegian fiord and aurora

How powerful is a nursery rhyme, if babies aren't tabula rasas

repeat, take it. Help yourself. Attention is always given.

Is it real though, asking for a friend.

Boring

A chess piece eaten, delivered back to its box

imaginary friends, monkey pox

seeing is believing, 

be alive, not inside a computer

Power do humans have, but a bite can still kill, filthy animals

All alone, going to nowhere, loved deeply as the dark is shadow

Beads of black eyes, round destinies of the universes in them

Ink on fingers, absorbed. My aunt, disturbed

I bit my tongue, somebody yells from orgasm

8 billion peoples, a few with trillions

What the fuck is that noise my laptop does when I least expect it? The old computer I had used to sound like "old people having sex" it was so loud but I wouldn't expect this macbook air to make any acknowledgement it's been written on with... dunno.. .somekinda push, a blink and it wasn't there

Maybe I made sense, maybe I ramble, could be an idiot and a retard. Look the part I do sometimes. Take myself serious, hah.

Well at least I have so much information in my brain, its swollen and I can't get anything out sometimes +nobody cares. either that. Or... I'm witty and dissasociate, cause I have too much self pity. I sarcasm you not. My English is perfect. Fuck all my posts and their respectful platforms. Country radio and some more paradoxes, hate me all you want, I wanna say weird weirdos, wierd wierd wierdoers. mfers

BLOCK ME. <3