careful readers of this blog will notice that i a) am trash and b) have no bedtime
I just realized that I grew up during a time where the crazy frog was a thing. Like that was an actual thing that happened, that blue fucking piece of shit frog took the world by storm and it even had a tiny dick and all it did was sing annoying songs while racing around sci-fi towns in a distant future on an invisible motorbike. I can’t believe this. How did that happen. Who LET that happen.
Your dreams are sweet and obsessed and you’re overworked, you’re overtaken by visions of being overlooked. How disappointed would D.(ead) I.(dealistic) D.(esperate) I.(nventor) P.(ioneer) P.(hilosophers) be to see such power in our hands all wasted on greed? Am I a prisoner to instincts? Or do my thoughts just live as free and detached as boats to the dock?
My medication is making me feel extremely numb and even if I’m not feeling as sad I’m not feeling happy either and i feel really disconnected from people and reality and I don’t know if I should go off it or not and ack