Tomorrows

Dearest odyssians,

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Though I know the world will not end tomorrow perhaps there will be a shift none to pleasant for human domination express that’s railroading our planet. What would this shift look and feel like?

I have no premonitions… Just different ideas. And possible titles:

The matrix unzipped
How I met your maker
battlefield earth..oh, that was a real title of a movie..

Anyhow. Its far to late to be up. To late to think of more titles. Goodnight. And I hope to see you tomorrow.

♡ o and om

Am I ether yet

Dear odyssians,

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We are almost there. Friday I mean, not world peace, safeguards for future generations, or preservation of all species. But an end to violence, the abandonment of children and animals, the neglect of this planet we call home.  Not an end to rampant stealing from the underpriviledged, under educated , underpaid, underloved, and helpless. nope.  The only thing I see coming closer is Friday. But at this p.i.t (point in time) my focus has become so myopic that Friday is the only thing that counts. This is why the enslaved masses have forgone a better future. The goal to not do a f** thing for someone else for one day becomes so strong that you can’t do anything for yourself. Welcome to my hell.
Can you tell i’m in a great mood?

♡ o and om

confinements

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i must apologize for yesterdays wordpress tech melt down / triple posting.
when you blog from your cellphone after midnight, caca.is bound to happen. thrice.
thank you to my two friends who pointed out the blunder so that i could tidy up my matrix parking space/blog page for future visitors. on another twist,
i subscribe to a series of daily newsletters (and i think it would be a good idea to list them in a post, just not this one since links and,website info exactings arent handy) and today I was reading a piece about solitary confinement and its tortures. and in some ways due to my lifes layout, i can relate to some of the side effects of isolation.
will i ever have a social life again? im too young to be dead…
i cant work 15 hrs a day every day without some reward of interesting humsn company. I love Odie, and hes staved off ultimate lonliness, but dammit, he doesnt talk.
nor can he go outside to a bar.  if he could he would order a top shelf bourbon. hes just that kind of guy.. but  i need real convo. and real adventure.
how long can i last under such banality? pray thee tell.
or shall my amusements be ever damned to hell?

♡ o and om