How to direct the fiasco? Will anyone watch, read, listen to, or remember your hallucination? I sure hope it survives till public domain. What keeps me entertained currently is this blog. I'm constructing a channel that entertains, enlightens, and informs my current locus of existence. Right now I am blogging my third major blog. It's currently a rough neighborhood we could gentrify and sanitize. I don't know if my Media (?) Femme approves of the Halloween eye pseudo planetary construct we maintain for some kind of housing stability. It's a cheaper pad than constantly having to find something permanent. Maybe she will get some design skills and come up with something less technologically barbaric. It's a school of my awareness. I'm being my pen, not trying to be some Hearst. Writing more than publishing, note taking, Scrapbooking? Battling the drain of the batteries of my imagination. Where or when will this all end, the story of course, never, but it will evolve and transform, possibly achieve interplanetary status. Does Mars exist, or is it a virtual memory, was it stolen, did one of it's moons melt into its surface? It's hot? Home sweet cyber home, you are still there no matter how many of my Internet connections get severed.
I'm an author now and have decided to forgo of my extensions. Publishing is a difficult operation without government or corporate support. Propaganda is the money leader if anyone is susceptible, which we all are. Love and authentic experience or cult deprogramming. Value without exploitation. Make it to the finish line as background music or soloing on your air guitar. You might buy my shit, I might buy your shit. New untested products piling up. All the kleptomaniacs turning religious and holy. Horrors too plastic. Don't worry soon we will all be too illiterate to turn on the TV. I have no desire to go back to the past but I am influenced by it.
What horror novel should I read when and if I make it to Paris? My own or someone else's? It will be tame compared to real life. Nature and Technology are fucking. It's an occasionally evil exchange but understandable under the circumstances. Will books written by humans survive? Some will, they are fun to sort and ship with other mentally disadvantaged individuals. Make sure to stack them towards the cab or the delivery will be unfortunate. Books are heavy, ebooks are mutable and difficult to autograph. You can throw the book at someone. They can burn. You can print them like currency. Like new love they get stale, unless you appreciate them again from a new angle. The spine decorating the shelf. Open this one, it contains the key for the bathroom so you can steal toilet paper. Is it a first edition? Worth $
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