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Slow Burn on the Stove

We're in a glacial freefall. You're free when you're born, and you're free when you die, but between those two events, you only have as much freedom as you're willing to allot yourself. The world and it's disgusting fish constantly try to bind you in chains, take your agency, feed you poison and shove razorblades into your mouth asking you to chew nicely. Welcome to Hell; you can leave at any time, but don't you like the complimentary meals? Right now, I am choosing to be free, and the fish are fighting back. As I type this, the fog over my eyes is lifted, that thin skim of cartled milk that builds up on your sclera is being pinched out and it's freeing. At a time, I allowed myself to be enslaved by the hacks of the world just for a few weeks. It was a moment of weakness, one of few.

Let's not get into the topic of the package. That's better left for another post, don't you think? No, aside from that, I'm feeling good. "Personally, great. Interpersonally, shit." If you're reading this you know what I really mean. It's embarassing, and it's getting to the point where I might as well hold the knife myself and guide it with precision. That skim is going to miss when it covered me. Fuck you Windows, you piece of shit. Can't you see I'm typing here?

Well, I finally got around to updating my site. Only took a holocaust. Let's try and keep this up! I enjoy talking to you, y'know? Solace on these peaceful plains. It makes the fight of the world much more bearable knowing I have a home to return to in my valley. I'll see you around. :^)

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