Sunday, January 16, 2022


 we went to the lib the lib was closed we went to the studio apartment the mailbox won't lock again the apartment stinks like sewer we go to the produce mart there's a lot of holes on the shelves and we get eight bones worth and head back to the lib, i get the afro-indigenous history of the united states, yonder, and the every. r. some aho autopilot looks like hitting our passenger side ie me and r. says her friend got totaled and can't even get a new car there's no cars and i start ranting about chicken little america and those end of the world god-crazy unhomed guy cartoons and don't look up and the ransacked freight trains derailed in l.a. and i member i had 1/3rd of a thc gummy before departing, so yes, there's always a segue. 

so what i mean is we had those it's the end of the world! cartoons and a steady drubbing education in chicken littlery and now we got don't look up and a lot of dumb dumbery and we go numb and can't respond it's too late. 

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