Wise man once said "it's just a ride" but to me the skinned knees still hurt. Not that it keeps me from getting up each morning but at the same time the eternal consumptive engine is a little trying, even for those of us with the best patience (no, not me, don't be foolish). Oh but who has the time to be depressed? Well, the depressed for one, and you and me for three, just maybe. How does that shoe fit? Nobody wears the right ones anyhow, at least not that I've ever seen. This generation what generation it's more of a constant germination, propagation for the continuation of our damned interpretation of this hellbound species we call human civilization. Too much too little too late that's great but I'm still here going nowhere unless/until I must. Haven't been everywhere but I once been somewhere regardless of what kind of hasbeen I probably will end up (and could already be if I'm ever good enough to sit up straight on Monday morning). No reason for parenthetical research that boat don't float even if you put enough air in the tires to keep the stinker from sinking. Rats in the malls are scratchin' again no ability to change that but why would we try when controlled nihilism does feel good, provided it is, in matter of absolute fact, controlled. What are the odds? Unknown but the hesitation to wager persists. Still, the wise man once said "it's just a ride" and he's right. Damned good one even. Sometimes.

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