Digitally Blind and Performing Surgery at Light Speed

 Should I quiet quit while I am in the middle of performing linguistic surgery and get a Martini at Nye's. After wielding the pen all day, I tend to mentally cramp and arthritis the art. The life of a freelance scribe in the first quarter of the 21st Century is bad, but interesting writers always write about the bad, the darkness, the murderous impulses in the fear. Statistics autographed onto her flame. In relationships the first rule is that it is always the man's fault, even when he's cesarean gutting that alien invader from his 6 pack. It's obviously an interstellar crack head searching for the popcorn ceiling. I prefer flat ceilings myself, since they are already prepared for a mural  The Sisteen chapel, does it have too much art history for a popular new culture? Automatic life. From off we are on. Required to own a robot to watch it corrode, metal fatigue, hallucinate, bug out, short circuit, become obsolete, and most dangerously obtain sentience. My advice is UBI and a part-time gig. Of course I work from home, occasionally I return to my ancient home maintenance job and construct or repair something. But the truth is, I need very little. My rent is cheap, and I don't have offspring to feed. Slaving away in a repetitive factory job is extremely unappealing when a machine can do it better and faster than I can. Show business in the street is where I plan to utilize my education in the Mental Arts. Building a new temple for the Agnostic Pantheist? Chop up those blueprints with a lightshwartz. There needs to be sufficient beer cans in the drywall, and a less painful path to obtaining ennui in heaven. Play Go with Mentos. I've played different games and invented my own with oracle bones and the snooze button on my alarm clock. Evolving into toxic basura? Sorry robot, the gay bar is downtown, but if you need a date with one of my other appliances I will inquire into their singularity. Thanks though for helping rescue my media wife from the collapse. She is a beauty, I should be slightly mean, or she'll think I quit my job at Call Edge and we will be destitute, and have to immigrate to opportunities in other forgotten battle stations. We have skills. I'd prefer a creative arts career than a destructive arts career.