Oh god. Everyone is like this. Do you even want to overcome your own tired depressive self-hatred?... It's so hard to find normal people in Washington. I'm stuck in the fold. I just want normal life back. Omg
Not EVERYTHING can be opposite. Not every day is opposite day. The moon is only full once a month. That night lasts only one night. Get your facts straight, people. Don't breathe the air or let bacteria grow on your skin. Fucking duh.
You can't just sit there and reorganize your bag of groceries 12 times. I know, because I do this type of shit regularly. It's not normal. Things are not normal right now. Please wake up.
It's a gay little red riding hood... or rather, fluid medium white walking screen if we're getting precise with our words here on the bird talking platform.
Aka I'm in the Fred Meyer parking still thinking about those Zinnias but considering that flowers die over and again as the music lives on and my struggle to not use drugs slowly, slowly dissipates.
I may need a sponsor who eats and breathes Techno like me.
New rule: I'm only allowed to buy plants if I have their entire life planned out in advance.
Total landscaping domination scheme.
Aka elaborate reason to walk away from those Zinnias.
Just walk away, Tyler. The HOA will destroy all your Zinnia dreams, no matter how disgusting.
Aka I'm broke and hopefully someone will invite me to Redacted or Apollo.
Now this could actually work...
Buy record. Rip record. Sell record to Selector. Keep files.
Might even find some joy. Whaaaat?