True and Real. In the hazy daze of limbo. Searching, reaching into various forums, trying to dig into this big book of a place that is quite a bit dang larger than our starting spot.

School is over. Burroughs is dead. The Babadook is in the basement. Mel and Et are off the cliff and further in the shadows. Further are the Telegram invites being tossed out and Thanksgiving only a day or two away.

I’m trying to take all of these constrictions that I have set upon myself and throw them into the fire so that I can be free to go with the light wherever it may land. A free boy, a spirit of the internet, somehow supporting my family, while killing the workday.

Prisoner under weight of heavy coinage. The gold standard of oil prices compressed into the dashboards of our American automobiles all heading right off the cliff. True and Real. Even the best singers look so sad sometimes.

When the atomizer in my e-cigarette starts going bad I start getting really grumpy. The grandpa in the chair telling you stories of the past while asking where I can go from here? I’m looking for a further frontier. Salt Lake City approaching. Or Park City. Sundance. What does that name hold? Family with more family on the way. Fat on Musette’s bones. A wide vagina. Blood everywhere. Coming out of my dog’s anus. I’m picking it up in little plastic bags. It is ice cold. He stinks. He is on the bed with me. I haven’t showered and I haven’t shaved. My skin itches. He itches himself all the time. My phone keeps ringing with out of state numbers and when I call them back the automated voice asks me if I would like to not be called again.

Just press 1, says the voice.

I press nothing and hang up, getting up, calling my boss, asking him how much we are offering off on our holiday sale. 15% off. Only on glass. Not on vaporizers. I submit a coupon code to the sites online. He has gotten us banned from popular reddit forums for posting our own articles. I am the best redditor of our company but my personal reddit only has two link karma and it has been active for over two years. I am one of the worst redditors on reddit. I am ashamed of myself. I don’t like reddit unless I am at work. I haven’t figured out how to like it for myself. I am not searching for interesting things online unless I am at work. Reddit pays the internet explorers. I am exploring the innerworkings of my mind through these writings which I don’t even know what are anymore. I don’t know where I am, this limbo that I have found myself in that only some of you somewhat understand.