One of 7.442 billion, but let's not make me a statistic.
If we're being realistic, I'm a creature of ever changing habits which I only hold down for 20 days before they have the chance to engrain into routine.
I've got good bits, bad bits, sad bits all crammed inside this dying vessel. Moving at 1.3 million miles an hour through an ever expanding universe and boy, do I have existential motion sickness!
25 years of data collection, science experiments, comparative analyses. Raw information stored in a faulty hard drive. A system hard wired for mind altering experiences and unhealthy addictions like caffeine, bad relationships, and cyclical endorphin dumps. Here's to hoping this hard drive makes it for 75 more, because I can't afford an upgrade in this economy.
If God organized by labels, I'd be in the "Sort Later" pile. If I actually believed in God, I'd no longer be in the "What the fuck is actually going on, someone help?!" pile which would be a nice break for once.
Come join me for a magical carpet ride through the Milky Way or the $7 deluxe carwash, your pick.
@Originalworks
