Captains log supplemental, stardate 12252025. this might as well be the neutral zone, because nobody hardly ever reads the first post, even if I wanted them to. less of course you’re that bored (not judging here) hey, I’m from Chicago + I’m a creative, we’re intimately familiar with our old friend boredom. we’ve been sparring with it, examining it, trying to wrap our minds around it. especially being from a hostile, frozen shithole like Chiraq.

I’m in the midst of deconstructing my previous homepage. I don’t want anything too personal floating in the ether. I’m going off grid, I don’t want to share my thoughts, life, opinions, attitudes with anybody hardly much. we’re in this shattered dysfunctionality of our unreality now, whereas everybody is a harsh, judgemental, stone hearted fool who goes all Karen/Kevin to anybody that insults their intelligence, tastes, sensibilities, thoughts, attitudes, and sense of self importance. not that I actively strive in doing so, though I might of ruffled some feathers in the past, or made some sobering observations heh heh. its not that I’m desensitized or overly critical, but people were too hypersensitive, hypereactive, and hyperinsensitive all at the same time. catch 22’s now, you couldn’t befriend them, only offend. so might as well be consistent in either case.

So this is Christmas…

Christmas in America is a silent night of material excessiveness, whereas American’s get together to fake being real, loving, nice, or cordial, whatever. they come together to bask in their own dysfunctionality, realize most are butt hurt + harbor a ton of grudges, dislikes, or to escape their realities. they wish they had a picture perfect family life, don’t and it makes them feel vulnerable, powerless, invisible. then, hillarity ensues with gift giving, how many friggin gift cards do I actually need? the entire year is Christmas. What do American’s even go to the mall for? to receive their Amazon packages? these gifts, I believe aren’t actually gifts they’re asshole tax. because person A cannot express love for person B they have to buy some shit to demonstrate fake love. like a peace offering, a bribe, b/c: love is hard, it requires time, sacrifice, realness. American’s only excel in loving of themselves, hence why they’re so damned lonely, thirsty, desperate for relevancy. they feel like they’re competing in a reality show for fake affection, attention, and validation.