FAB
I’m going to have to ask, did you really mean to say this, you were okay with it once you’d pressed send, didn’t feel the need to ‘take-it-back’?
It reminded me that I use ‘cool’ way more often than is cool. Need a new go-to, but Fab? I know it was around, just can’t seem to decide if it was the 60’s, 70’s? Whichever, did not most of us leave it to rest peacefully once it got into the not so … 80’s? (S, if somehow you end up reading this please accept my apologies, I’m becoming a writer, this is the kinda shit we pull.)
Big leaps, told both Google and Grammarly to both just fuck off. Grammarly pouted a bit, google on the other hand just, without words, told me to do the same and continued playing some shit they decided would be soothing to my ear, one that had requested a Latin mix now being fed some algorithmic mumbo jumbo. Recognizing I’m battling with their attempt at AI something or other I get clever, Hey G play me something for someone on mushrooms — not a problem I’m not the first to request this psychedelic playlist which I’m now subjecting myself to — probably not for too long given my limited attention span, how come I wasn’t diagnosed way back when, would things have been different? Different, most likely, better?
Well, it is what it is, the worst five words in the English language with a total of 12 letters — just the right amount for many on the right taking up space in the Empire of Decline. Sounds bitter I know maybe cause I am, spent the bulk of my adulthood trying to adapt, adjust, fit-in, to the greatest country every to grace this oh so lucky to have you, planet.
Who actually pays for these people to go into a studio, get fucked up, maybe arrive that way, I’d guess, to record this stuff. What I’ve seen in my limited time is this doesn’t actually need anyone in any form, ethereal or otherwise.
Well then Mr. Darcy, all I have to say is — Fab.
