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Boiling Tendrils

I think so little of the corporate faggots running around trying to ruin the things in my computers for me. They change a button here and there, mess up my muscle memory and try to reprogram me. Broken safety on the cocked pistol from now on.

Surroundings are nice lately. Everything feels like it's fulfilling it's niche, and my hated topics are acting more like the zoo exhibit I want them to be. Did you know that weed rots your brain? It turns it into a mushy substance that's so easily controlled by people who have your worst interest in mind. I'm glad she's clean. Working on my source map; just completed a parking garage and I'm proud of it. Nothing really interesting to comment on or rant about; the world gave me natural antipsychotics.

12/20/23