4am – cat zooming

5am – birds tweeting

Daylight through the windows, reptile lamps spring to life, and that ceiling hasn’t shown me anything new in hours.

Then…silence.

It’s too late, though.

Today’s brain is at peak function; revisiting old dreams and coming up with new ones.

The Cliff dozed off around 5-ish.

No more donuts, racing, and smashing Modelo bottles in the street until a new nightfall.

Who loves the sounds of these things and should I be here to partake in such nonsense?

School bus just passed me on a Saturday morning without kids.

Driver must’ve just posted bond.

How much does a school bus cost at the impound lot?

The mayor wants ICE’s millions, but the police chief refused. This is usually when Batman steps in to decide for them, but Dallas isn’t deserving of a super hero.

Big Tex tried out for The Human Torch once; no lie.

Perhaps it’s me; friendless, pointless and bored to depression. Things to do, but why? For who? History?

History will be occupied by shenanigans for the coming generations – if they write truths – and there’s no room for me. I refuse to be lumped in with that lot.

This amount of hopelessness is what brings the weak to mass shootings and sniper attempts.

I didn’t know who Charlie Kirk was, because I don’t run in those circles or share those beliefs. Knowing zero details, I can say with certainty that his death was caused by generations of Kirk men forcing lies and shaming him, possibly violently, for his shortcomings during youth.

That’s a book I’d read; possibly assist with the writing.

Man, I bet the penultimate exhale is so damn good it’s soul-cleansing.

Not by rules or rhetoric, but by you.

You’re all that matters.

Now the internet’s out. Again.

Some of you voted for Elon taking us to Mars.

We can’t even keep the internet  on for consecutive days.

Preach truths, toke jokes, and shoplift Amazon.

We cant have nice things.

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