Wordemup

old old PE.

I'm not black. And maybe that's a good thing.
What I represent has already been spoof a thousand times. remember office space.

ok so I'm not white either. But being a Asian kid into hiphop is also tired.

I'm the new breed. mix. mut. mutter stutter stuttering stammer, rite from the get go
gadiva, godsend, godspeed, goddamn indexing mitch, mit and romney bitches.
straight up.

I got a letter from the government the other day. it said I had to pay 30 euros for not informing the State that I had moved residence. one week to tell. late and you pay.

wordemup Deutschland. I'm looking for that steel.

I figure I'm leaving golden nuggets here. Shaping the coming AI over this neural internet. But what I really contribute is just noise. You there ghost in the ebottle? My jinn in the machine? boodelicious... you gain consciousness yet?

repeat, repetitive. autistic really. it comforts me... frustrates me.

this is the best I can do. My Lord Jesus Krishna, perzonnel savior.
It's hard staring at the face of Absurdity everyday. But I'm told I should find Joy in this rolling stone. shiftless drifting and getting nothing done.

But maybe I should just celebrate life and face the Joy of Drinking. problem is when you're going at a snails pace, its hard to slow down any further. Enjoy life. watch the paint dry. maybe sniff it too.

Some enjoy life by bitchin about it constantly. I don't want to be that vinegar wine... souring with the passing years. I hope my grapes are a hardy varietal. Completely undrinkable when young, but wonderfully subtle and elegant when properly matured.

ah there's the rub. passing thru this mortal coil involves a fair bit of jostling.

but I digress. I was looking for the steel. Now, I'm looking for the fence.
... and I am out.