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“We were fortunate that the events of last month were simply an interesting coincidence rather than a catastrophe,” said Committee Chairman Lamar Smith, a Texas Republican, who called the hearing to learn what is being done and how much money is needed to better protect the planet.

Hmmmm how much money is needed to potentially protect the ENTIRETY of civilization and allow it to keep existing at all? At the risk of sounding like some hippy that should have been stabbed to death, left on the side of an interstate and then embalmed with patchouli, while they were on their way to some obscure festival in the middle of the woods where everybody shits in holes in the ground and then recycle the feces by using all natural dyes to color it, thus converting it into finger paint……I must ponder the question. When as a civilization can we devalue money? Just for a second. Long enough to save our own asses at least? I mean it’s all a bunch of bullshit anyway. FIAT currency is a pretty terribly flawed system in the first place and much like the standards it is based off of, it only truly holds the value that we as a civilization have given it. 

Now with that being said, wouldn’t you think that this would be an issue that the inhabitants of this planet could possibly value more than glorified monopoly money? I mean after all, you know what could really fuck up the economy? A HUGE FUCKING ASTEROID THAT WILL KILL ALMOST ALL LIFE ON THE PLANET. I think the market could slow down a little on that day. Call me an idealist but it would seem that everyone may have a common interest in preventing this from happening. In my little world I would expect people to possibly even set aside the issue of money and work together to achieve the goal of avoiding extinction. I think it may be in our best interests and could prove to be a positive trust building exercise. If we muussst, just sort out the debt after. After all what is debt anyway? Right now there is only 1 principality, 1 territory, 1 administrative region, 1 sovereign state and 1 republic that are not currently in debt and I highly doubt they’re holding enough to even begin to put a dent in the worlds debt. So I must humbly ask WHAT THE FUCK! What’s a few more arcade tokens into the Space Invader machine? Not to worry after we band together to prevent our destruction as a species and our early demise as individuals we can go back to killing each other over paper, shiny things and shit that squirts out of the ground like normal people. Merica’

Pretentious ramblings written in a coffee shop. (Wow how fitting. Shoot me now. It has begun and must be immediately stopped.

Something peaceful and serene begins to audiate over the landscape and seemingly fades as quickly as it glistened through the air, only to crescendo to far more powerful and soaring heights then would have ever been expected. The intensity washes over my soul as a soft breeze blows through the window over my soul and I. Just as one as they are separate. I feel it wash away the darkness that fights the light but only for a moment and now the soaring high and peaking of this peaceful bliss like state of self realization and epiphany turns into abject numbness and the wind chills my bones as it embraces my darkness. The music just stopped. All I hear are echoes of the serene tones merely pandering to me as even they mockingly fade away. I feel nothing but the chill as patrons obnoxiously sing Happy Birthday after their high school pop punk gig. You poor bastards have no idea what you’re in for. The wind is losing it’s intensity as the peaceful serene music swells back up gradually entering my consciousness once more, this time only offering comfort comfort as the drummer randomly plays snare rolls, interrupting the tone of the peace I am trying to enjoy, yet displaying good handwork. Something more upbeat, hip and anesthetized begins to play, followed by the droning wirs of oscillation. I’m losing interest in my writing, I just want the music to come back. Tic Tic Tic - Tica Tic Tic, the high hat in my ear. I just want the music to come back, and here it comes. The music has stopped for 2 years or more. It’s hard to tell as the sound has been engulfed by everything else. The light comes on in the darkened bar as something begins to warm my chest and stomach. It’s not quite poison but it’s not quiet nourishment, unlike the poison I used to drink, so much so that my body still mistakes it for vital fluids. The buzz from this pseudo nourishment, which someone had kindly gifted   me, is clouding my thoughts and warming my body too much now, I don’t know I should drink anymore of it. Everyone has left and everyone I know is a ghost. I wish to create a life where music begins to make sense again. I just want the music to come back, I think to myself as a tear begins the start of the thought of formation somewhere deep inside my face, which I quickly kill with numbness just as I have done with so many feelings before it. The warming liquid is making my heart beat fast and my hand write faster, the soundscape in the background flutters and ripples like an understated wave in the ocean, the breeze from outside crashes over my shore and these grains of though are taken back to sea with the tide. The rain has stopped. 

The puppy shitted next to the boom stand.

Drinking and other poisons

I haven’t drank in a long time. I’m not sure how long, I just know it hasn’t been quiet a month yet but just the fact that it is even close is a very long time for me, possibly the longest amount of achieved sobriety since I’ve been 15. It’s pretty cool I feel healthier, I’ve been starting to be able to focus and do constructive things. I’d be pretty proud of myself if any of this at all was due to my own volition but sadly it is not. I am wearing this thing called a Scram bracelet around my ankle via court order, it monitors my sweat for signs of alcohol. It’s pretty Brave New Worldish but I suppose if it’s gotten to this point than it really is necessary. So that’s really about it, I just felt like writing something but I didn’t really feel like writing necessarily, if that makes any sense.

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