Intimidating insults insure tyrannical implementation.

Angered ant approach, appearing aloft I’m afraid.

Wish weeds waist away wistfully

I feel obligated to post every 24 hours like a dairy about nothing. Take a space of the day and turn it into something else
I don’t know what people are or how they think
I have narratives i’ve built up for years that may be call “making sense of the world” but the narrative only makes me wrong

Concept: The internet is like the universe
It’s so vast and full of stuff but you only really get to see what’s close by
So much content so many stars and galaxies and planets: the algorithm only shows stuff it thinks we’ll like
the telescope can only see so far and so much. My awareness is finite

There’s space, there’s a dead space it’s empty.
I can’t see it cause it’s not there but it’s empty and taking up room.

Tick tack. Wake, I’m awake
Or… not, the morning will meet me half way.
Orange is a wonderful color.

A spring in my step. Everything that pushes me down gives me energy to jump higher. After a lifetime of inactivity, a nudge sends me flying.

A coil deformed returns with force only for passion to fade without direction.

The world as it is.There is no such thing
If ever told “that’s just the way it is” know that they may have given up imagination on this topicBut “i love my pet,that’s just the way i am” isn’t bad it’s an assertion of self in the face of alternatives.There is often more than one answer to a question

Rain water. House’s roofs are slanted , gutters attached for disposal of ideas. If it was not the foundation would be in danger. The house stands, the water is returned to the dirt, the gutters are clogged, clean them or else you’ll become an idiot.

I like the verity.When nothing makes sense it’s all one big blob of feeling but it’s different for each person isn’t it.
The stuff of the world matters but it’s all inside the heads of the living.That’s what people seem to mean when they say the world is in danger.Them mean the people are in danger.

I am done, my sense of self restored. Morality is pointless, preference is meaningless, the priority is internal logic.failure to adhere, calls for a system update. I can hear laughter. I am nothing. I hear nothing i am everything.

Ok, promise, this won’t make any sense:
Ice, cantalope, orange and clear, tulips, Glitter in motion. Matchstick unwanted, Ginger ale and sand.

Forthe to back the long end runs drye, the lime are in two, the gradient is ill fated.

Pour.

More jiberish:
It’s burning, they’re burning, I’m burning. Slowly the coals radiate, all else withers black and brittle.

A muddy sky, vastness brought to earth by hope.

It simply is so it must simply be true. Tree is a tree, a rock is a rock, a breath is e moving of air.

An invitation to write something nonsensical:
When warm are my arms but cold is my blood, the songs are pungent but the mind is weary.

When blue is the sky and long is my love, my work is light and my rest is easy.

Sand is an inconsequential til ad infinitum.