I forgot what it was like to be here. To expel thought as freely and as quickly as my malcontent of a brain can transmit organized thought through my finger tips. But I need this. This is what keeps me sane. This is what it takes to keep the weight of the world balanced on my temples before my head explodes and slowly fills a page with something much more red and visceral than words.
Fuck singularity. I am a second class citizen in my own life. something needs to change. lets start here.