Some Of Nothing, Is Better Than None of Nothing

Or is it some of something of nothing is better than some of nothing?

Maybe I should be on here more often-

Or maybe its just better if I keep my posts to a minimum.

Sometimes... Just Sometimes I wait and listen to the irregular pounding of the drum inside my head. Occasionally the noise resonates and it does something different.

Something unplanned happens, It Creates.
Usually it simply spins in an endless circle and destroys whatever happens to be in its path.

Like now, Literally right fuckin now.

Literally - A definition from Rikipedia-
Here Literally is Used in its original form, not like those kids these days...

It was Literally Blue, That is Literally what I said, Its Literally a Car!

No shit sherlock grab an award from the bottom of the shelf and get back on the short bus.

Go sing along to If you're happy and you know it.

Anyway, I think that may have been a minor sidetrack in the main thread here so I'll try to jerk it back on track without wasting too many Kleenex.

In short I have, and Am, and Soon I will be, Past Present and future tense here, Completely in a mess. I cannot keep track of my Irresponsibility's let alone my responsibility's , and at this stage I'm pretty sure for every word I have typed at this stage... One hundred and eighty three or 183 for you fans of normal numerical formats in numbers...

For each and every one, every single line, I've deleted a post, A draft, a short snippet. Just because I wanted to have some form of meaningful communication with the outside world.

Now I have to settle for this overblown explosion of verbal diarrhea. Don't worry I got the noose and electric oven ready in case shit gets real. btw by the way, full infomercial style.

Did you know that sticking your head in an electric oven is like having a suicide hotline on your speed dial?

You surely, definitely, most assuredly... Do not really mean it, invest in a gas oven, show them you mean business. I hear most propane and butane dealers offer a Zero down package.

Come on talk to me, I'm depressed and soon I'm going to do something irrevocable like post a half hearted suicide note to fuckbook or instafam.

Once again, this is A love letter to everyone who has made it this far, I am not on form, in form, let alone near by form... But form has sent me an automated response saying its all going to be ok, so...
Wooo fucking hooooo!

Now I guess I should get back to the main point, the crux of the matter. What? You didn't hear me properly?

Best check your Hearing then, Sometimes it can help keep things clear.

So for the last time, imma hit reset and enjoy infinite lives.

I alluded to this one earlier, any one else remember? The here I am now as soon you will be? Two questions in one. I'm on fire muthafuckah!

Remember as you pass me by
As you are now, so once was I
As I am now, so you soon will be.

My uncle wanted that engraved on his tombstone, and to be honest I wonder what that bit of rock says now. I've never been, I never will go, but the thought itself bothers me. He wanted less than 25 words , under 70 characters excluding spaces, generally a small request when you can leave a novel for your door dash.

Did he get those letters?
Did he get his last stand?
Did anyone even notice his shit had hit the holy (unholy) fan?
Let my memorial read as follows-

If you need this brick to remember me, you didn't know me.

Throw my ashes in the toilet, hit that big chrome full flush button and waste 2.7 liters or 0.5939169704 Imperial gallons or lets have 0.7132645414 freedom gallons in my memory.

Even my gallons, lbs. and ounces cant agree. What chance do I have being multi cuntinental?

so was there really a point to any of this?

Not really....

I got bored and felt lonely dealing with my day to day. I wrote an an entire post about how I felt without actually saying what's bugging me. I think that deserves an Oscar the Grouch. Or at least a Dumpster with my name engraved on it.

On Hive much the same as real in my skin life I try to do what I want. This time I simply used auto correct and that squiggly red line to fix my post. I actually seem to spell most words ok, as long as they aren't longer than Three syllables.

Sometimes I choose to be grammatically incorrect, to reflect the way I speak. Like Imma bust a cap in yur ass, or I dun fucked up. maybe even my rectum done busted with a giant shit the size of my Eggo. Eggo Leggo my Ego.

ONCE AGAIN I GOT SERIOUSLY SIDETRACKED?
Shit caps lock never looks good. Imagine I fixed that.

Anyway the entire point of what I was trying to say is really very simple, I'm stuck in a Rut and I do not have a single idea on how to fix that. I press the buttons and ultimately the come out on this screen. But that's the way I like it baby I don't want to live forever...

But maybe just maybe I can find a reason to keep doing this, maybe just maybe...

until then I think I will have to be content with something like this, something that says Im fucked up but could still be salvaged.
What you didn't get it from me?

So at This stage I have been told that one thousand words is the key point, its the sweet spot, gains traction.

I want to stop at nine hundred and ninety nine. Look at that...
I just did it.