A New Home Base

What purpose does the public library have? I guess it lacks the gossipy pleasures of the private library, but remains sufficient for us nonsocials. Through these aisles is the history of our species and all its subsidiaries. I fondly recall the textured and nondesigned book coverings of Preus. Each opening into the past into some other man's portal. Once the patterns of these things become too familiar where do we go? I see the same inside every book. Some persons doing things aimed at places my emotions have long since vacated. All that's left is a style that's too familiar by now. Only dead pages and movies exist now. The only newnesses come from the sicko-named podcasts.

So like I walk down the street and sit on a park bench. What do I see? There are the streets and the cars passing. The planted features, the trees, absent litter, the brightness without origination. The same businesses them all--entered long ago; I wonder if they're the same. Is the world really TikTok? Dull clean compositely surfaced interiors. Are there the beaches still? Do we still hang out? 

What is church? Is it still the last stand for the boredom that pushes traditions backward? Our noses, teeth, and retards have been stolen--now only seen occasionally like a blessing from the wilderness, then quickly wheeled back to its engraving. I just want my corn syrup. 

The stream throttled me back to my glory time. I swing the bat from both sides. The sun far and high. The others and I walk as one back to our places. I will remain faithful to the history we've built. Are schizos really not just another loony type? I do love periods where the interests I have fade and I must come here unravel some scrolls until I can return.

Finally the schizo conversation. I know this place I've made the rounds many times before. Dry-booze is really the lifedream of all the time I was waiting for. I know now the place we dream of returning to. I am not supposed to end it that way. Someday I'll understand the pattern and quickly restructure away from that fatal end. YOU GRWM bitch. Would all this go away if we got called fags again? It's 100% agave.

When will I get the motion smoothing TV that makes it look real again? Shall I go back and revise? Please be grateful reader. Time to compile all of this into a greater project? Should I start to organize? The booze is back this week--can you tell? The long hot summer of our afterlife a suicide bunker for us and our immediate proximates. This place can't be branded can it? There are never views isn't that why it remains evergreen and brand shining new. The rest of the internet is a larp--I really feel like and hope this is not!? Reimaging all of this--you'll feel the results.