ppf and the mystery of the haunted ghost

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pubescent mario-kart symbolism
meaningless word-worm warm ups
energetic drums propel from one nothing to the next
something immediate in the distance
no depth perception tragically
glandular michael songwriter iii
inside the hoagie, a silencer
the long hots are the cartridges
the onions are the trigger
oh shiiiiiiiiiit

i dont really know what to post but i think pessimism suxxxorz and we should all just get along. im cursed with a pessimistic outlook and ive learned to disregard it almost entirely, for better and for worse. sure all relationships end and deaths spectre looms eternal but hey sometimes your teacher cancels classes and sometimes you find 20 bucks on the ground

everywhere i look
people are enjoying knives
don't do what don't does

black guys drive like this
yeah but white guys drive like this
it's true, we're so lame

time for hamburgers
i thought you made us steamed clams
no, i said steamed hams

sweet and yellow juice
but if it's tangy and brown
you're in cider town

writing this post on the birthday of my favorite album of all time. ive been creatively stagnant and academically malignant but somehow i think my luck is about to turn around, sooner or later i will shine on in the wild kindness. let the record show im about to fall headfirst into what scientists call a romantic relationship with a beautiful woman. the haters thought i couldnt do it. they said i was a dickless danny but in actuality i am bursting with panera bread rizz and coolkid mystique

i have approx. zero cash income due to a chronic illness known as "lack of job". here are some anecdotes as to my attempts this summer to cure that illness.
- called my old job, asked if they had room for me, and then found out there was not much demand for math tutors in the middle of the summer
- called my younger brother's job, asked if i could take over for him while he was away for the summer, and then found out the local government has a strict no nepotism policy
- applied for several new jobs, got several new rejections

this does not bode well for my other chronic condition, known as "want to buy things syndrome"

got stoned and then binged the entire nirvana the band the show webseries with some friends. ntbts is a masterpiece. good day overall. taking a flight up to my grandparent's this weekend, looking forward to / dreading that

the one-two punch of my birthday and the calamitous end of the spring semester led to abandonment of my proverbial post, and this website laid dormant in my absence. cut to, three months later and i accidentally click the bookmark. welcome back to the world ppf. im spending the summer at home and it's about as uneventful as that description implies. the original plan was for me to get a job, restoring some girth to my cavernous coffers, but everything fell through so i'm basically just letting the days go by. it's a pretty peaceful existence - been playing a lot of video games - but i'd be lying if i said i wasn't excited to get back on campus. in spite of my flakiness i enjoy having this blog, so expect more posts in the near/distant future. counting the 40-odd days until i can move into my new apartment

today's the big protest, it's happening in a few hours. still not really sure what i'll say (or what the protest is about, tbh) so the first order of business is coming up with a rough speech. skipped the first class of the day, primarily out of hubris - it's a habit i need to curb, but idk what they expect sticking those things at eight am. here's hoping i don't fuck this up permanently

first post on this site which i sort of forgot about. fell off the blog train a few months ago but im gonna keep at it this time. at a pretty uneventful point in my life but i'll try to fill a few paragraphs anyway. here goes nothing

i've got an essay on a book i didn't read due tomorrow night. it's hemingway, and while i really liked his short story collection, a farewell to arms just does nothing for me. i have nary a critical thought about it, and ive gotta write a whole essay about him if i wanna pass this course. im pretty good at bullshitting in the short term but i tend to overthink bigger assignments. woe is me, or whatever

on sunday i'm gonna be doing sound for a friend's short film. i'm also editing but that comes way later. it's superhero stuff which is w/e but experience is experience. hopefully it doesn't suck. looking forward to it.

i'm not exactly sure how this is supposed to make me a better writer. hopefully i'll be able to milk something poetic out of this. (actually, that gives me an idea. i should start posting poems that i wrote for my poetry workshop. only the really emo ones, to maintain my image as a cool blogger)