It's Friday night and I lack a single place to go, my car is on the fritz and the party in the city is just not feasible, oh fie. So here I sit, writing and pegging away at music again like a squirrel with a nut made of metal. I'm bored, blasting music into my ear, making solace that hey, maybe my friends may lie to me, maybe my friends suck, along with my family, but I despair not, for I have a goal.
I'll post random pictures that I take throughout the day and such, and show the world what I go through on a daily basis, Ennui; boredom, annoyance, frustration caused from aforementioned. It's brutal but true; interesting but nonsensical. Deep down I'm a very passionate person about discovery the true meanings of things, the meaning of live, extratentialism, loathing, authoritariansim, the arts and aesthetics, anthropology, and what people do to generally live with to get by the grind. I find routines a blunder, and time a myth, yet insanity so obvious in so many cases, it could drive a man to tears.
Alas, I am bored, and with that, it probably brought you here, if you're not from Chicago, I'll break the mystery for you, and believe me, It'll be a gas. As for me, well, time has all the answer's doesn't it?
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