At this point a few things have shifted in my life. I'm alone, now. I live in a shitty apartment (and I bear no resentment against it for being shitty, I'm just acknowledging its general condition). I have a suffocating job, all the more so because it is so easy. Like usual, I'm never letting the past just be the past. The atemporality of the mind keeps me from indulging like this. I started a tumblr about all the dog shit in front of my apartment a couple months ago. A guy that runs a shit-fetish tumblr just started following me. By the end of my project I don't know whether I'll have a heaping mass of illicit eroticism or an off-kilter remark on the excess of America. The internet found out about Chick-Fil-A hating the gays, so now its "an issue." Nevermind that its been happening awhile.
Lets hope I can change something.
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