The Isolated Blurt Thread III: Thread of Darkness

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Had an extremely vivid and explicit sex dream last night, so I'm walking around today with a raging girlyboner.
 
It is so hard to dream of ghosts.

And after, a million blankets can't keep you warm.
 
It is so hard to dream of ghosts.

And after, a million blankets can't keep you warm.
It's not, really.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QJM9hJnSqfg

Black roses laced with silver
By a broken moon.
Ten million stars
And the whispered harmonies of leaves.
We were these.

Beside a dried up fountain
Lie five dusty tomes
With faded pasted pictures
Of love's reverie.
Across each cover is written,
"Herein are Photos of Ghosts"
Of ghosts, of ghosts,
Of the days we ran and the days we sang.
 
Hang on. This is physical business.

You don't just click some shit on your stupid phone.

Grow up.
 


Goddamn the fucking promoters of "tech."


Nothing works. Nothing.


At least in the old world of landlines and paper, things worked. All the time. Every time.


And you didn't have to worry about identity theft or being phished or remembering 45 different passwords or being forced into adopting (and paying for) crap.


Zuckerberg is selling. The patsies have served their purpose.

 


Hustlers, pimps, promoters, sales people, fast talkers, morons, vapid Hollywood airheads, gullible dimbulbs, manipulators, insecure wannabes and empty cipher's vicarious dreams.


You can be made to believe anything. Perpetual motion. Free lunches. Riches for all.




 
I need to get motivated to decorate these cupcakes and bake cookies for the school party today.

I should have just bought stuff already made.

School is out for winter break today...and so is PTA ...woohoo party time
 
Well fuck me, I thought our office party was tomorrow not today. Now I have to go get creative with things I can buy at Target for an appetizer.
 
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