It's Friday Free Talk, I'm going to blabber.

A point in time. Is the previous sentence meaningful?

Now now now. Blah blah blah. What is love? Baby don't hurt me no more.

Text text text. Text like chains that bind the body to a convenient storage point (?).

From the screen, through the eyes, the mind becomes an anchor.

But not grounded. Debased, not based. All that is solid vaporizes.

Vicks vapor rub. Are you sick with the flu? Are you down with the sickness?

Hey, peeps. I'm not going out today, nor tonight (o r e v e r i t s e e m s).

What do I do to start a fight? I only said that 'cause it rhymes (kinda, in my head it did).

I'm also feeling reckless, but I don't act on impulse (this is impulsive[?] posting this[?]).

Feels. Mutilated and suppressed. Dulled down.

This comment is a bit of contamination. Emotional corruption via transference, a la free radicals (pun? please leave a like and subscribe and comment below. I watch too much youtube [?!]).

What is the next tangent I'll free associate (pun[?])?

Nothing. Tags. Hashtags. Flairs. Links. Accounts. Users.

juz typin typin typin

blip bloop blop

I like coffee and sleep.

Did you drink coffee this morning?

Did you sleep well last night?

Life is long. Life is short. (in that order [?]).

Short and good/bad or long and good/bad? Yes.

I n b e t w e e n - n e s s

coagulation of cellular boredom

amalgamation of mouthfuls of words

broccoli

and yes DEATH

fucking DEATH

hatred of DEATH as a pervasive topic and vibe in everything (not as the next stop in The Twilight Zone), in thoughts, in the soup (proverbial, infrequently literal, more frequently in the sandwich)

boring

cheap thrills, expensive thrills, no money for either (except the thrill of shitposting [?]). some people have the money, but they don't have the time.

what is time in emptiness

this is spam. spam sandwich, yum.

someone comfort me or hug me or someone kick me in the nuts, or both (it's not "my thing", I swear)

well, that's all folks