Why (So Many Words)?

Why not so many words?

I have observed that this 'place' is fairly free flowing, and have decided to go with it. To use it as a space to let my demon speak, as well as my inner child.

I have little to no care for the attention, for the profit; to play the game of popularity nor to fall into the modern culture of being stuck in front of screens playing some stock market wizard or pop star idol. I will follow the folks that seem interesting and interactive, and I will upvote that which I find cool or relevant or interesting or whatever.
I Will Not Comply, You Have Been Forewarned. Not that this is a bad or threatening thing, just a way of life (like living outside of the law, it is always best to be honest).
In my experience I have found that telling the truth is not only easier to remember yet also less troublesome (to put it bluntly, it gets me in a lot less trouble).
I have always been the insane one, and I've always wore it like a badge of honour and pride. The World has been flipped upside down, and now I'm the normal one while everything I observe outside of my window is certified cognitively fucked. So where would that leave me now? From my perspective, anyone else looking at me would say I'm the crazy one. And I believe I am just fine with that.
Politicians are now TV stars with salaries/savings/assets that rival to those of nobles, lords, and kings. TV stars are now robots who's job it is to program all us other lowly robots. Sex has become socially acceptable and an adequate advertising tool to subject any child to, and the sexes themselves have decided they will control and/or decide what the chromosomal make up of their DNA is (you can't say the white rabbit is black and then expect the truth to be the rabbit is black; it's genetic code is what decides this unless Dr. Frankenstein is growing it in a test tube etcetera, not the thoughts or opinions or words of people).



So much traffic in the air that we have lost our deep blue skies, everybody looking down without one fuck to give (unless there is something in it for them, that is). This is my disgustipated point of view.
But anyway, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. The wind and the cold interrupted my REM this morning well before I was prepared for it to be interrupted, and I had a difficult time returning to that state after cranking up the heat and locking the windows tight. And when I finally returned it was not where I had left off, and it seems I was now in the Arctic trapped in a cryptocurrency war between two different coin holding 'tribes'.... and the other team was using lazer arrows against our sticks and rocks.
But you know.... caffeine's one hell of a drug. And I'm thankful for the raw sugar dealers of the world as well.
Have A Nice Day!