Most Apt Picture I've Seen So Far.

https://www.facebook.com/robertfrank615/videos/1902394196638792/

Glad this guy is as out of touch with stupid, fucking pop-culture/millennial shit as I am.

Darn this work cutting into my free time.

When does one discover the difference between what they want to be and what they're meant to be?

It's just like ordinary, everyday experience, only two inches from the ground. Of course it'd be my favorite piece by Audiomachine that's an industry release... They really did capture the feeling.

We always have the news on at work, and the Christy Mack case seems to have gotten some attention. Girls, help me out on this one because I must be insane if no one agrees with me. Whoever that meathead jack wagon of a boyfriend was that nearly murdered her got himself a lawyer who's using her rape fantasy/kink as a way of basically saying she deserved being nearly murdered. That's bullshit, right? I'm not crazy for saying if a judge even considers that as a valid defense, he needs to get nearly shot to death if he ever wonders what it's like to be shot or be injected with AIDS if he ever wonders what it's like to have a nearly incurable disease, am I? Because having a rape fantasy or kink or whatever and nearly being beaten to death is as much an extreme leap as those in my last question. It doesn't fucking matter she was a porn star. It doesn't fucking matter if she still is a porn star. Last I checked, attempted murder and assault are still crimes. Or, have I totally lost my mind...? I know how lawyers play. I get their games. But, even for a lawyer, that's fucking low.

Friend of mine put this on my Facebook a long time ago and tagged me as the guy walking as a joke. Funny thing is he may have been right about something I never noticed until now. Everything I see is ruin, and I walk alone. Not for want of trying otherwise; just every time I put myself out there and look to change from this picture, my life falls apart, and I begin to lose my identity. Maybe it's karma. Maybe I just can't break from myself. Maybe somewhere in those barren visions is the answer I'm looking for.

When the ending to one of the "great novels of the 20th century" sucks.

It's sad providing so little to anyone else, they never even bother to message you.

As I drove into work mostly still asleep, I had a sudden, horrifying sensation I left my light saber at home. The awake half of my brain took a minute to process how ridiculous the notion was I: Have a real light saber; would need said light saber for work. Sleeping only two-three hours a night is not a good way to live.

Gettin deep with Horace and Hagrid.