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Sentient Robot Overlord 2032

Bad bumper sticker idea #9

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Your Kid is an Honor Student, but None of Us Get Out Alive

Bad bumper sticker idea #8

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(Empty Inane Bumper Sticker Joke [Both ironic or not] Here)

Bad bumper sticker idea #7

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Gmork Was Artistically Justified and Did Nothing Wrong

Bad (Actually, kind of awesome) bumper sticker idea #6

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Not a Drug Car

Bad bumper sticker idea #5

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Jesus Take the Wheel...I Thought of an Awesome Trick

Bad bumper sticker idea #4

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Random Thought Dump #2

Roger Stone Jr probably has a Nightmare Machine in his house powered by the tears of small children.

The books I’ve read based in real life have terrified me a hundreds more than any of the horror novels I’ve read. I think that’s why I constantly read horror.

Three things I don’t give a fuck about: Sports, cars, or the hipsters who condescendingly bring up how they don’t care about them in every conversation they come up in.

I identify with ‘future-breakdown’ Squidward.

I hate standing in line. Its not the waiting, I just hate standing next to strangers in a bullshit awkward wait for the same thing, all in fear that they’ll talk to me, look at me, or notice my existence. I’d been fine with standing in a corner for the same amount of time.

Triangle cut pizza >>>>>>>>>>>>>> square cut pizza

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Honk if You're Not Sure How Horns Work

Bad bumper sticker idea #3

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My Other Car is a Debilitating Existential Crisis

Bad bumper sticker idea #2

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This Vehicle Makes Wide Generalizations

Bad Bumper sticker idea #1

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Brief Hiatus

Okay, well, for personal reasons (mostly due to trying to maintain something of my mental health and writing output), I'm going on a temporary (aiming for three days) hiatus from all social media. Last time I took a small break, I managed to finish three short stories and get significant progress on a fourth, and since then I've more or less finished jackshit, and I feel a lot of it has to do with distraction and constant anxiety stemming partially from these sites. Not sure if this'll mean anything to anyone else. I have all of 20 followers, but might as well put out something about it, yeah? Either way, hoping in this small couple of days, I'll be able to sit down and get some writing done (aiming to finish at least one short story and work on some outlines for some projects I'm a part of). Also hoping that I'll be in better general spirits once I'm back, not being constantly over loaded BY THE PERPETUAL FEAR MACHINE THAT IS THE NEWS ON MY TIMELINE... Maybe I'll put some shit in the queue for the sake of some sort of consistency, but after the day I've had today where I've felt CONSTANTLY out of step, I feel it might be a good time to step back and refocus my head into something that I really wanna be doing, maybe even develop some better habits about how I spend my time out of work. Good vibes and all that. Will be back in a little while with something to report (fingers crossed).

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Carnivale (a show which I recently started watching) seems to have some fairly Lynchian qualities to it. Which is fine by me since I tend to love (or at least am fascinated by) David Lynch's work. Being that I've been meaning to watch this show for quite sometime, its a pleasant surprise. I honestly think surrealism is a lacking element in a lot of TV (or a mishandled element in some cases), so its nice to see when someone can really take hold of it and use it to create an unravelling narrative.

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Not sure what the dumbest thought is, but I'm sure as hell I can beat it.

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Unshakable Feeling

Today was a fracture, a little separation as distance decided to rule, putting a semi-second late tick to throw off my dependency on this internal rhythm, giving gazes a mirrored image of slightly left field reflections in a strange paradox to interrupt the minute, blanketing the range in a general malaise of 'off' feelings. It recurs and avalanches into a tripping stupor where the front heavy weight can't find balance and continues into the decline. Allowing the stiff regiment of existing to follow a rather difficult curve. Sitting in a dirty room, a lazy submission roaming in my veins, staring becomes an inactive performance as focus disappears and nothing that crosses the line of sight need have existed in its view at all. What a complex slew of unimaginative words to describe the complex and primal sensation of indecision, pacing along each letter with haphazard steps to try and inject pulse into an otherwise worn and weary topic. Like a drunk stumbling turned sick, or a dive into an intoxication too quick to latch onto safety, the only prayer is that, despite how time and the mind function, it ends soon, that time sweeps forth to a lucid soberness where the unfixable presence of a haunting imuplse is a relic, having gone and not yet return, because the relief is the closest understanding to the scent of perfection attainable on this mortal cliff. -Jerald Mathieus

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"With his elbow resting on the brim of the car window, Jack looked out at the flowing asphalt. There was a part of him that tried to imagine where it all began; the roads and their sea of intertwining intricacies." -First line in a short story I just started ...getting myself to sit down and actually write has been a pain lately...actually, most of the time, but there are spots where I can really shut everything out and get shit done...wish it was more often. Either way, this story will actually be based on a true-as-fuck story, so hopefully that'll help. My hope is I'll be able to portray the intensity of the situation with any sort of accuracy, because I really feel it'll be proper context that brings it all together. Whatever though, always feel like I'm trying to be self-important when I talk about my own writing. Just felt like posting something.

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Guys, hear me out... "You're a dead man, Charlie Brown!"

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So many times I just want to be a cold bitter dick who writes harshly satirical pieces cutting all kinds of shit down for self-serving purposes, but then I stop, think, and remember a simple little thing... ...I'm not nearly talented enough to pull that shit off.