there's a lot of social pressure, can i just ride it out? i put this on i/g but i got the wrong technology for i/g and it crops me imagery. my life is the same except for i have less dogs and less truck with the publick. i think i've always trusted my instincts not the government. i don't follow the money. it's just a means to the end. what will be the accountability of robot police? less than zero. less than human. 

we saw some kind of heaven. it was poignant and sad. of course i thought of mom. they say it's paradise. they say it's a waiting room at the end of the trail. they've got a club for everyone. i'm like w.c. i'd never join a club that would have me. mom made a butterfly garden but only a few and then no butterflies came. i said you know, people use pesticides, and she said oh we don't, well some. and the place is littered with toxic golf courses. but no pests. everyone has their own idea of paradise, and for the masses of the villagers it seems to mean never being bored, or never admitting it. if you're bored in the villages it's your own damn fault, get your life on, kid, before you die. then you can be bored for eternity if you believe. now is the time to party. 

it's funny, i remember reading about a documentary about the villages during the pandemic, and people partying like 1999, and maskless confederates in splashy golf carts tooting and spewing stars and bars for the final trump. but some kind of heaven was pre-pandemic i reckon, same place, different movie. in the end it's the same for all of us i spose, yet oh, soul different.