time warp

two years later and i'm back re-reading genius un-posts and unsavory posts. i can't say much now, though, with the pressure of my shrinking intellect forcing me to feel as though i need to produce something better, smarter, funnier, deeper, more convoluted, less understandable, more symbolic...

which should be easier since i'm technically two years better, smarter, funnier, deeper, more convoluted, less understandable, more symbolic, but i'm not. or maybe i am. the box of my mind is suffering from malnutrition. i can't even write a proper cover letter.

just write something down and see where you go.

maybe i'll come here now when i should be reaching out in RL