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Okay, here we go. Basically, I had to do something. I’m going to update this, post things again, whatever. I have a documentary now, it’s pretty sweet. They irony is that I’m posting this on the 27th (you’ll know why that is if your’e an older reader, which you aren’t because why the fuck would you keep reading this if it hasn’t been updated in two years or whatever, however long it’s been). Craziness. Anyway, it’s fun. Right now is fun.
I know I have to write something intellectual to prove to you newer people that I’m not a fucking idiot, so I’ll do that now:
This country is going insane and it’s awesome. There is a complete overhaul of both culture and government going on that I’m really excited about. Not because of the anger at present, but because of the happiness to come. I’ll talk more about that later. For now, I’ll just say that one must rise through various emotions on the lower end of the spectrum (anger, fear, grief) before they reach the top. I realize that wasn’t exactly a soliloquy-worthy speech (in writing) that I gave there, but that’s about as good as you’re going to get at 1:54 in the morning after I’ve barely gotten sleep these past few days. In short: the world turned upside down and I’m so okay with it.
Anyway, you’re great for reading this and you’ll get more soon. I should start a Patreon or something, but I won’t do that until I’ve written pieces worthy of that, which this one arguably is not unless you value tangential literauture the way you value something on the order of oral sex (a lot).
Yeah, we’re gettin’ vulgar an’ gun totin’ an’ all that gud stuff, yeehaw.
Why a period? Well, I was battling between the exclamation point and the period for a while, and by that I mean less than forty second, twenty seconds, and then I picked one, and it was the period!
Okay, bye.
Dylan Alexander 