Ramble On: Summer 2026 Edition

  Plums.  Hours spent agonizing over the promise of just one minute more.  Got Titans in my back pocket.  Everything in duck fat.  Funny thing about noncompliance and not succumbing to facial recognition, finger print, face-everywhere bullshit is that that technology is likely designed to work backwards. Meaning, if you suddenly don’t check some box as fast as it wants you to, you’re probably a bigger red flag than you would have been had you just obeyed to begin with.   I don’t have a menu of people to purchase. I barely have enough of an appetite for even just one these days.  Oliver Stone.  Butterscotch chips in oatmeal = 10/10  Bubble and squeak.  Gold paint.  Do you want to cry? Yes/No W.E.I.R.D. Science bias.  Six more months in solitary.  (Insert Bernoulli's Expected Utility)  Climbing fences and walls while wearing stilettos.  Platinum fortune cookies.  Pink frosting.  No.  No.  No....

Youth (Archive)

My youth was found in middle-class apartments and a bottle of Jack.  It was found in kissing boys that were so much older than me., lying about my age, and passing out on the bathroom floor.  It was waiting, all week, for the weekend -- and another opportunity to ruin some dream. 

Everyone would know my name.  

Everyone would have touched my face. 

The price of being young.



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