i get so easily confused and overwhelmed. especially by technology. i'm lucky to be doing this. if i did this in a journal it wouldn't go from me, and i need it to go out there somewhere and find some reflective spaces and beings and come back to me. but
for some reason i noticed in the stats this unfamiliar engine that is directing people here, supposedly. i google to see what it is and it's a russian porn engine featuring a host of tags for a mother-son session. i was feeling the creeping governmental malaise already and this just hit me smack in the frontal lobe, like a creep thunk lobotomy. 
it must be an anomaly, i must mean nothing, i know there is no asylum, no sanctuary, nor am i sanctified, especially in the alternate realm of technology, but really, the sick fucks are not wanted here, there is nothing for you here, so please just go get your money and get the fuck away.