seeing as the top tags on the front page of this site are four years old, i feel comfortable unbuttoning my tie, and having a drink.

Its been another long, fruitless day. people imagine fruit as some great reward for the work put in over about an eight month period- but let me assure you, pushing paper yields none. driving a maiden to her ends promises none. cleaning up after a tragedy offers none.

if a fruitless effort is an exercise in futility, im ripped and indifferent. its a shitty thing to say, but its an even harder thing to feel. everyone around me is pulling virtual fruit off some technological tree with its roots in the DOJ and it just isnt something i have a taste for. i see putrid seed spitting narcissism parading as human progress, and it makes me want to rediscover how to move each one of my toes independently of the other.

yea, thats right, i’d rather climb a tree than suckle at the great alter of everyone. well, here i am- trying to articulate a distaste in a valueless space.

fuck me