Must be Monday, I must be bored

Haven't written anything here in over a month.

The only new bit is a new issue of NFT on the streets, other than that life is on the quiet side besides making the firm decision to finish my big book of stories this year and the rent for my flat getting raised $50. Not much else is new, or maybe not anything that I'm going to get into right now. Let's just say all is quiet on the western front....But now I've just jinxed myself, the school where I work is going to get attacked by gun toting, energy drinking, sandal wearing law students who're pissed because the final exam for this week was too hard or something else that's equally trivial; "I can't find my Torts book, you bastard!" BOOM!! and there goes my right ear and part of my sexy jawline. Oh well, chewing is overrated anyway.

"You can stand on the edge of society, chart down everything it does, says, expresses physically, you can watch it sing songs of protest and freedom, act in plays and films of corruption and horror, you can view society as it's making love, crying, laughing, praising itself for the efforts of another, dream of it's past accomplishments that's never been improved upon, you can watch as it runs in fear, chased by the sound of televised terrorists and super-powered oil whores, you can see the rush to action to what it only thinks is evil, you can witness the birth of society if you squint tight enough, you can also catch a glimpse as it commits ritual suicide everyday for over 30 years, and still not see a fucking thing worth talking about over a beer with the boys."

That's a bit from a chapter in my book in progress. I like it. I may keep it, I may not...

Fuck, I'm getting older soon...I noticed more gray hairs the other day. Might as well hit the salvation army and get my cane after work, I'm sure I'll need it for those damn kids out on the lawn with their fancy moonboots and argyle socks.