[103] Destruction Feed

The clock tells me it’s time to go to bed to get an adequate amount of sleep. I am reduced to two thumbs, mavis beacon who in 2017, everyone is trump trump trump and I’m wrecking my circadian rhythm with blue lights and an endless appetite for the destruction feed. Everyone’s all up in arms with their eyes glued to a screen, so much so that nobody is noticing all the strange things happening on a very measurable and very scientific level of reality: everything is unstable at the atomic level, a particle or a wave, but we are all so dead set on the sad truths being produced that we can’t even sleep, we can no longer imagine, we can’t see the power we have in producing this reality, we forget our dreams.