Pseudosocial Wasteland

Stuff that I like and inspires me

Stuff

synthesizer, Old computer, victorian wallpapers, tobacco, winter skies, green ocean, palm trees and ferns, broken stuff, woodsmanship/wool leather and steel, big old truck, clowns, swamps mires and bogs, any animal that jumps (why?), ww2 motorcycles, and the National Football League

Movies

Dead Poets Society, Princess Mononoke, Cure

Blogs (will add more)

The Yiz

i know i need to look like i am having a good time. if i keep leaning still like i am, people will think i am “fucked in the head”. i cant bear to be seen this way, so i start nodding my head. when i look around, i see some other people also nodding their heads in the same stiff-jointed way. we nod to each other in shared suffering, and i think, perhaps it is not us. perhaps everyone on this bus is just pretending… but these people at the back. they are pretending too much.

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