If I worked at Apple, I’d hire you right here, right now.

Man, I had Frets on Fire loaded with every song imaginable. I loved that shit.

I got Clone Hero recently and I love it, but my time with the ol’ hero games has passed.

What if a poor woman is on her pee rod and cancels in anger before we put her on the phone with our best beggar?

She’ll need to sign right back up the next week when her pee rod anger is gone.

Think of the poor woman.

And what about dudes? No get laid for a month and start getting cranky. What if been kicked in the nuts and cancel in anger?

Think of the poor shattered test tickle.

Be consumer friendly, please. Think of the children with no inner net bcuz cancel was too easy for drunk parents.

Think of the poor child.

I remember when you didn’t have to type carefully in the comments.

I had my comments removed over and over again on a video about Kurt Cobain recently. I had to type something like, “When he decided to take a vacation away from the planet earth with a traditional 20th century raygun that fired ammunition meant for birds rather than rays or lasers meant for people and space aliens.”

Meanwhile, “the Jews control all information and have space lasers and and and they put chemicals in the water that turn the frogs gay” and the like doesn’t get removed.

What a world.

I just wish I had the desire to make friends or keep them. Every step we take in this world requires other people, and yet the most exhausting thing in this world to me is company. I can’t have a career of any kind because the whole idea of doing a social dance makes me want to vomit. It just isn’t in me.

I’m not depressed, at least I don’t think I am. I don’t really feel sad.

I always wanted to be a musician and I recorded a lot of songs when I was younger. I got pretty good at it even, and then I just stopped one day because I stopped feeling sad. I never shared any of it really. I still play, I just don’t take it seriously or write any more. I want to, because I put so much of myself into it. When I listen to a record I love, all I can do after is dream about making something that someone would love that much, but even if I did I’d never put it out there.

I don’t even know why I typed this out. Your comment just opened me up I guess.

Fuck it. Here’s one of those songs I wrote a thousand years ago.

https://mega.nz/file/c0lkyZiT#MrSCD8ZCK_W5QmU5hekJrhhP-J3tGKUHvpAR748MQ10

There, now I’ve shared one.