The Fooze: S4 E6 4/6/2023 Traffic

No, not the morning/evening commute traffic, although there’s plenty I could ramble on about that subject. From lone driving mask-wearers to generally shitty drivers like those who have ZERO concept of left lane-fast lane, oh yes, I could ramble, but that’s not the “traffic” I’m referring to. No, I’m talking about my traffic here on WordPress, or rather the lack thereof. Pre-2016, when I did NOT write daily, only every few days, sometimes even weeks between posts, yet somehow I got THOUSANDS of views here on this very site. However, now I’m lucky to get 30 views a day, if even that. Yep, 30 is the magic number now…break 30 views & it’s a good day of “traffic” here for my black ass. I’m identifying as a black guy, should I identify as a trans-testicled animalkin perhaps? Is that the move? Maybe if I continuously reassert to the algos that I’m a gay drag queen black man who identifies as a dancing fruity fish in a dress…would that improve my stats WordPress?

Doubtful & absurd as it may seem, would it surprise you if doing something so asinine WOULD in fact improve my view count here in Clownworld? I’m not going to obviously, because my soul isn’t for sale, but I just wanted to throw it out there, the lengths that some social media parasites attempt to do just to get clicks on their respective sites. Oh I know, I’ll create a Tik-Tok account, as a dancing gay fish, & surely if I promote myself there, I’d get more views. Not. Derp. No, I would never create a fucking Tik-Tok account for fuck’s sake, are you kidding me? That’s a big “no thanks” to doing anything with that ridiculous site. First off, it’s a Chinese data mining spy apparatus, & I can only imagine how the Chinese probably have a running death toll of Chinese people that die laughing at the absurdity of Tik-Tok, & the idiots who post their nonsense on there. Secondly, yes, it’s a soul-selling site for sure, because you simply sell your soul to your Chinese overlords to gain a false sense of content creation, as if anyone actually cares, yet somehow random freaks go viral there, making 6-figures sometimes, it’s such a fucking joke, but it’s not funny at all, is it? No, people don’t care about real creators, & freaks like Dylan Mulvaney & HIS degenerative ilk becoming rich & famous via that dumbass app. Sell those souls morons, & for cheap too. The Chinese loves bargains, for them, not for you. Don’t believe me? Try haggling with a Chinese person next time you order some Moo Goo Gai Pan to go, & watch how that goes. You won’t win, just like all of these Tik-Tok twats, all a bunch of lemming losers.

Not like I have any room to talk, since the losery is strong for yours truly, but despite this current loserosity I’m dealing with myself, at least I still have my soul. It’s not worth much, but it’s worth something, & I’ll be damned if I’m putting it up for sale for any price, much less for something as dumb as clicks, likes, views, comments, etc…but how will anyone ever see my opus here? How will anyone ever know I exist, if the algos keep me permanently exiled in the digital gulag? Well, I guess they won’t, & I’ll just be an internet ghost for the rest of my days. Back in 2016, I was moving on up, like The Jeffersons, & I had a following, a strong one, & it was all organic. I didn’t have to pay for a fucking thing, I didn’t have to promote myself, I barely even had to use hashtags & such, & I was leveling up anyway, just being myself, as I should have been, based on my content alone. Then the Great Purge came, & they systematically removed me, piece by piece, taking everything I worked for, all my countless hours of content creation, along with all my material resources, my life savings to make it easier to grasp, & they just took it all, took my entire life, & banished me from the digital town square, even here. Now they want to tell me I can pay for upgrades to improve my traffic, read that again, I CAN PAY TO IMPROVE MY STATS. How about “NO,” WordPress? How about you biased, censoring, scandalous, rainbow-haired beta twerps go fuck yourselves, how about that?

Doesn’t matter, & if you really think my stats would improve if I paid WordPress to upgrade my site, I have a lovely collection of sub-oceanic tunnels that run from California to China to sell you as well. That wouldn’t change a God-damned thing, & they know it, because it’s just another way for big tech to wreck you financially after they wreck you virtually. I might be the most “wrecked” person still alive out here, as I’ve been wrecked by the people-herders in every way you can think of. Financially, oh hell yes, as I already mentioned, wrecked down to nothing. Socially, exiled in the digital gulag alone for years now, with no sign of ever getting out of my solitary cell. Psychologically, yes I’d be a liar if I said these last 7 years haven’t destroyed my sense of personal freedom causing me severe depression & anxiety. It’s not as easy as one might think to be utterly alone & helpless to do anything about it. I grew up in the USA, not the USSA, & this new communist America gives you a sense of…well it’s not “living,” per se, it’s more like a slow draining “living” death. I wasn’t born to run around in The Great Mouse Trap, chasing scraps of I-O-U paper money like a hungry rat, like 99% of you, but maybe I was, I don’t know? Maybe it’s time to humble up, & accept that I am just a rat in a maze, like most everyone else here in Clownworld, & that’s all I’ll ever amount to, so it seems anyway.

Employers for writing jobs are scared to hire me, because I have no filter & I say whatever I want. Yes, I can SEO write all, content write all day, copy write all day, even technically write all day, using every style there is. I am as talented a sit gets, & writing is my passion. Apparently, all of that’s verboten these days, if my content doesn’t bend the knee to the censors, since we ARE in a communist country now, & historically, it’s just a matter of time before they come to round me up, as well as others like me. Yep, the great rounding up will come someday, & thought criminal dissidents like yours truly will be herded together, shown their proverbial papers, then shot in the back of the head. Following these deaths, they will erase any documentation that we even existed, so there’s no way the new generations will ever know we were here & thus, can never follow our lead, & will comply with their new parents, the State. Oh yes, if you think it’s bad now, just wait a few years, because from here, it all goes straight downhill. You fools that think Donald Trump is coming in on a white horse to save the world are just what I said, fools, incredibly foolish fools. One man, ONE man, is going to turn all this chaos around that has been created by these psychopathic globalists, ONE man, & you’re putting all of your eggs into that ONE orange basket? Okay then, good luck with that, because despite there being the slightest of chances that he might pull it off, he won’t. Think about it, they stole an election from him, destroyed the country from day one after stealing the election, had the FBI raid his home, & now they’ve indicted & arrested him officially on bogus charges in a kangaroo court. You think he’s going to come back & turn it all around, do ya?

Nope, sorry not sorry, I just don’t see it happening, & the sooner people realize it, the better, but ultimately, there is no “better” on the horizon. These elitists have an agenda, they’re fulfilling said agenda, & that agenda involves most of you gone. Enjoy this time between now & 2030, enjoy your friends, your family, & if you do what you love to do, enjoy that, because the doomsday clock is ticking closer to midnight with each passing moment. Think about how recent 2016 seems, & that was 7 years ago, & 7 years from now puts us at 2030, & the end goal for their Agenda 2030 plan is 85-90% of you, gone. The remaining slave class will still be serving their masters, while they live on a much less populated planet, merging with AI to extend their lives so they can rule the planet “forver” with a one world/new world order. Again, THEIR plan, not mine, & as bizarre as it might sound, it’s very real, & very happening, right now, in real time. Too bad no one cares, but even worse, that most people have no clue, so when it comes, it’ll come like a tidal wave, & the ensuing pandemonium will be unprecedented when billions of people wake up one day to the real reality of the aforementioned Agenda 2030 plan, & the holocaust coming with it, but by then, it’ll be way too late.

Regardless, as I said, doesn’t matter. Not even gonna proofread this drivel. Why? What’s the point? You get it full stream-of-consciousness today, & if there are any grammatical errors, I’m sure one of my 25-30 viewers will be able to figure it out. Since I’m HEAVILY shadowbanned, as I am here, no one will ever read this anyway, comparatively. 30 views out of 7.5 BILLION people is essentially nothing. NOTHING…so it doesn’t matter what I say, and/or how eloquently I might illustrate it, or if I make a few spelling errors, no one cares. Nothing I do matters, but you know what? I still have my soul, & there’s no price tag on that you big tech cunts. Try as you might to extort money from me for my soul, save it, because I ain’t selling. Shove that up your AI-assisted fat asses you fucking fucks. Nonetheless, until next time dear readers, your soul is immortal, & it’s all you ever really have & it’s all you take with you. Think about that before you sell yours for a bargain. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡

“Your soul has no price tag, so stop offering it to the highest bidder.” Fish F Fish🎏

The Fooze: S3 E18 3/18/2023 Trump Arrested?

President Trump Says He Will Be Arrested Tuesday, Calls for Protests

Yeah, apparently this is NOT a joke. Again, the timeline switches. I went to sleep & not a word of this, woke up & Trump is “under indictment,” allegedly. Hard to speculate what comes next? Will this cause a ripple effect? Will markets crash? Will the world end if the savior of the USSA gets handcuffed & sent to jail on Tuesday? Fuck if I know, but since the fake news mainstream media is all over this, one can presume that at least ½ the country already thinks #OrangeManBad is getting locked up in a few days. Cold this be more “narrative?” Just more scripted crap to distract everyone from WW3, or the attack on our country by its own government, or inflation, or outrageous gas prices, or the Epstein client list, or the corruption amongst the politicians running this shitshow, oh yes, I can keep going. All theatre, & please believe, this is ALL you are going to hear about for the next few days. What are your so-called elitist “leaders” doing behind the scenes while all this is going on? God question, thanks for playing.

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Only they know for sure, & this upcoming week should prove to be very…dynamic, I suppose you could say. Oh & I almost forgot, Putin coincidentally ALSO is facing an “arrest warrant,” what are the odds? Seriously, at the same time, what kind of astronomically impossible odds have been reached to have both of these events occur at the same time? It’s all theatre, all orchestrated, all just part of THEIR game. I’ve told you countless times, TWO DIFFERENT GAMES. Their game is power, while 99% of us play our games in The Great Mouse Trap, these so-called elites are waging war against each other to gain more power, at the expense of what? AT YOUR EXPENSE, because without us giving these psychopaths the power they wield, they wouldn’t be anything, much less “leaders.” While we run endlessly left, right, left, right, chasing cheese-bait fiat money in The Great Mouse Trap, these elites are accumulating more power, building dynasties for themselves & their families of course, respectively. Not “respectively,” like I respect them, because I don’t, I actually despise them all, but respectively as it is defined as a sense of “a separate order.” I don’t want to confuse you, dear readers, I fucking hate these globalist douchebags. HATE, HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE these bastards, ALL of them. Do you still foolishly believe there’s 2 separate groups amongst the “leadership” class, left & right, good & evil, do you still believe that?

If you do, you’re a naive fool, but a perfect little mouse to keep running through the labyrinthian maze of The Great Mouse Trap. Like a series of unending backrooms, you just run around & around, left, right, left, right, divided & conquered, living the Hegelian Dialectic in real-time. Only now, they’ve manufactured this pseudo-reality where up is down, left is right, men are women, etc…which, as far as I know, is unprecedented at the level we’re all experiencing right now. These philosophical notions came about in a totally different era in relation to this era estraña we’re all existing in at this moment. Although certainly applicable, one has to incorporate first, that there’s more people than ever, as far as we know anyway, & therefore, much more variability, anomalous behaviors, you have to factor in the influence of mass media & the internet, it’s totally different then it was a century ago. Second, we are in uncharted waters, so it’s tricky to use the probability charts of life to predict anything. Regardless, we are at a critical mass, on the precipice of a YUGE shift, as microorganisms break off from the macroorganism, as the zeitgeist evolves or devolves depending on your own perspective, as the Lucifer Principle plays itself out.

It’s a bit of a combination of both, isn’t it? Evolution for some, devolution for others. This neo-liberalism, for example, definitely devolution, as these programmed fools carry on in the primal manner that they do. Truly disgusting really, mostly because they have ZERO clue as to what they’re even doing. Nope, like real-life NPCs, they just puke out buzzwords & catchphrases that they seem to make up as they go. A new one I just heard is “counter-speech,” & if you click the word, it’ll link you to a Harvard page that “defines” this made-up nonsense. LARP away you mindless automatons, because there’s no such thing as “hate speech,” hence this term “counter-speech,” is just more gibberish from indoctrination specialists that have infected college campuses like the Black Plague. In the wise words of Jordan Peterson, “It’s bloody revolting,” & it surely is, is it not? Not if you’re on their side obviously, but who wants to be over there? Only these fatherless reject nerd beta twerps with rainbow-colored hair in size-44 “skinny” jeans do, because they’re so lost within themselves, they turn towards the other freaks for the love the missed as children. Blame the parents, blame the schools, but you know who’s really to blame?

The true culprits are these shadowplay social engineers, that injected these bizarre notions into the indoctrinators, who then in turn indoctrinate your children, because that’s the future, & they want the future to have less people, so what do you do? Push this “queer theory” garbage into the impressionable minds of the youth, & I mean the YOUTH, because they’re getting your kids before they can even talk. Watch any recent Disney cartoon if you don’t believe me. It’s fucking sick, not to mention this drag queen story hour madness, oh & of course the gay elementary “teachers,” who are using their classrooms to poison children with the aforementioned queer theory. Ugh, it’s all just so evil, so sinister, but if you call them out, all hell breaks loose, & they never face consequences, so they push the agenda further, double-downing on the double-downing, over & over. When will we finally stop tolerating this fringe insanity?

Oh drats, look at me, I’ve gone off-course as usual. Never fails, I always tangent off into something else completely off-topic. That’s how we roll here though, & another essay has almost been composed & completed for the amusement of my proverbial handful of readers. I do love you all, the few who actually enjoy my random ramblings, so please never think I’m directing this at any of you personally. If you speak my language, you’ll know who I am always referring to, & most likely, it isn’t you directly. My readers get this I’m sure, but just to clarify as the author/narrator of this thing I do, I wanted to make that statement known. Nonetheless, time has come to cross the finish line on this daily Foozer. Possible “arrests” coming this week? Who really knows?…but we shall all bear witness apparently soon enough. Until next time dear readers, enjoy the show, because it’s all just a trip to the movies. So sayeth FisH™…🎣

For all of you, & for none of you at all…🐡

“Enjoy the show, because it’s all just a trip to the movies.” Fish F Fish🎏

Doh-Ray-ME ME ME ME ME

Geezus tap-dancing Buddha how many places must I submit my resumé to before I get paid to do this? Maybe I just suck as a writer, perhaps I’m a failure at the art of wordsmithery? I don’t know, but since it’s not limited to writing jobs, & I am legally & medically badged to sell cannabis, I’m throwing out applications back into the industry. STILL not getting hired, & I am a decent grower, with a lot of experience, surely with ENOUGH experience to hop on in there & get sticky. No calls though. Doesn’t matter, who cares? I’m over-embracing this “who cares” vibe perhaps? Also, I don’t really want to go back to that industry to be honest. It’s a go-nowhere job, & ONLY the owners of the grows and/or dispos make real loot. Once you get to the top of the mountain, whether it be the head budtender or the head grower, you’re doing about as well financially as a manager at McDonalds is. Yep, not as glamorous as many people assume it might be. “But you get to smoke weed all day bro,” yeah so what ya dunce? You can do that anywhere if you want to, duh. I’m too old for it these days too, as it’s all mostly millennial, & I’m now the “old guy,” gah, these are NOT options I want to deal with anymore. Fuckin hell, THIS is what I want to do, THIS, writing articles, illustrated with MY own GIF animations, all ME, ME ME ME, how bout them apples? Why can’t one pursue their only plausible talent, rather than settling & selling your soul to be a paycheck-scrapper? Is that…narcissistic of me? Be sure to read to the end, there might be a bonus at the winner’s circle…

This is about ME, right?…because I’m a narcissist maybe? Ugh, I don’t know, I know I try NOT to be one, but from one’s own view, it IS your Universe, is it not? Isn’t everyone “self-centered?”…as in you “center your self,” because you ARE the center of YOUR Universe, see what I mean? Is it the language I’m not getting? It seems to be right, right? Self…centered…YOU, yourself, is the center of everything, because you ARE the center of everything, from YOUR perspective, correct? What am I missing here? Let’s look up the textbook definition of narcissism together shall we? Or you can just click the word back there, or you can be extra-lazy & just look below. Fuck it, time to really open up the frequency & see what comes through this channel; we’re going deep diving, into the murky depths, where the abyss lurks, only to look back at you…

The reason I’m attempting to illustrate these notions, is because it seems like people are throwing this particular word, & other similar words around…”as needed,” so to speak, as if they’re aggressive buzz-words, for use as ammo in verbal warfare, “oh I’m gonna outsmart you, then no I’m gonna outsmart you, look at my words I’m hurling at you, in cleverly ordered manner to throw off your counter-attack,” does this make sense to any of you? Another one is “gaslighting,” voted the “number one word of 2022,” I think. Derp, & it’s not that I dislike these words, it’s just as an evolving disciple of the English language, it’s almost downright revolting the way said language is now used these days. It’s like a shoot-off of the overall Orwellian cultural metamorphosis we’re all existing through right now. Just another fractal, as the macroorganism Planck-lengths its way to some new zeitgeist, & where will this language & these behaviors & these mass psychoses take us, what sort of future awaits in this mental asylum world?

Hmmm, “does NOT support that notion,” it says? Weird, because everyone calls everyone a narcissist. Try & stick up for yourself…”NARCISSIST!” …, I guess even when using one’s own self as a reference point, you get that now-infamous N-word. No, THE “N-word,” not nigger, no, not that even-more-infamous “N-word,” I’m talking about the word, “narcissism.” ME ME ME ME ME, now up above there, that was just the textbook definition, which really doesn’t count for much, other than what it implies, “defining a word,” but it doesn’t explain the word, so let’s look at a more in-depth description of this mental affliction.

Click the Link to read more about…>>> Narcissism Symptoms & Causes ..let’s go though these, becasue this is all about ME, ME ME ME ME ME right now, right? See what I’m doing? Either narcissistic or a douchebag, but most likely both. Duh. Without comedy, even if it’s B-list lame-ass jokes, it’s better than tragedy, yes? Let’s go through this list below:

1. Interesting, tough one too. Admiration, well no one really reads these and/or knows and/or cares if I exist, so there’s no one to really “admire” any of this crap, & obviously that notion alone implies a lack of any inclinations of “self-importance” I might have. I know I am a talentless fraud wasted TV baby from the asshole end of Generation X. All m friends are dead, & I don’t even know why I’m here, but I am aware of a part of me that WANTS number one to be meaningful, but it isn’t, nothing is.
2. Again, I’m guilty of being aware of having the kinds of inclinations, so what do you do when your self-aware of narcissistic tendencies, & actively try to fix them, but you fail yourself, over & over, & no one cares? That’s my fault though, I deserve NOTHING, only I wish I could be treated kindly because I try to be that way toward others. Isn’t that the rule, treat others as you want to be treated? Do I treat people poorly? I don’t know, I know I don’t want to, who would want that? I hope I don’t, but I don’t know. I have, for sure, & I cannot do anything to change it. I don’t know. I’m white, so I don’t know much anymore, & concepts of “privilege” & special treatment” are kind of blurry these days.
3. Numero tres, yes, I suppose I’m guilty of these thoughts, but where do thoughts come from? I don’t know, I told you I don’t know anything, I’m a fucking proverbial used-car salesman, the charlatan, isn’t that what they call bullshit narcissists? Charlatans? This is crap, my digital art is crap, if it was any good, people would visit my sites, but no one does, because I’m not any good, nor have I done anything worth a fuck in my whole sordid life. I’m only doing this, because THIS, is all I know how to do, so again, YES, I have thoughts that I have done amazingly unique art, & I’m a talented digital artist, & the best writer ever, & blah blah blah, all just delusional monkey-mind gibberish. Truth is, I only came back to this because I realized I sucked at everything else, & had nothing else, unless I want to go deliver pizzas like a fucking kid, the same punk kid I was 30 years ago. Pathetic.
4. Yep, guilty, & guilty again, & I kind of covered this in answer number three, so what else could I add here? It’s bizarre, because I’m well-aware no one is there, but I make my little shoutout vids & similarly stupid shit anyway. I KNOW NO ONE CARES, I know my “achievements” are nil, & if I have any “talent,” this drivel is it. It’s as big as this answer to question number four. Not to mention I’ve been digitally exiled from the virtual town square for trying to participate with everyone else. I guess I don’t do well in filtered settings, so it’s been just me, with literally no one, & Im not cognizant enough anymore of anything to care about likes & shares. None of it matters.
5. Yep, all the above, in a world onto myself, like a humid cave full of fresh bat guano, rife with the stench of shit. “Success,” derp, yeah right, successfully ruining everyone’s lives around me as well as my own, but I believe I should have the riches, as if that makes sense. Got it you fuckin idiot. “Power,” well you need strength of character to hold power, doesn’t matter if you’re “good” or “bad,” if you have strength of character, you can hold real power, not the pretend pseudo-power that only exists in my own self-delusions. “Brilliance,” hmmm, I don’t even know, does that mean you figuratively “shine?” …like someone who “lights up a room,” as they say? Or is it referring to intelligence?…as in, “I know I’m smarter than everyone else,” well, of course I am you moronic automatons. You’re all fucking idiots. I don’t really believe that, but part of my mind has notions like that, all the time, & I can’t explain how they got there, so what am I to do? “Beauty,” well I am certainly aware of vanity, & it sucks I can’t appreciate beauty without vanity. I don’t know why, I don’t know why any of this is the way it is. ME ME ME ME ME, yeah I fucking know, I’m the one stuck in this meat suit. Finally, the last one, the futile quest for the “perfect mate.” I actually might have beat this one, albeit the long, hard way. You have better luck finding a magic toad in a pot of gold being carried by a Bigfoot riding a Unicorn that farts glitter, than finding the “perfect mate.” Yes, I DID have that idealization, for a long time, & that one I already beat, because it beat me.
6. Yep, & yep, & because of this, I’ve somewhat subconsciously self-isolated away from everyone & everything, minus my alleged “equals” that only exist in other places not in my own locality…i.e. digital “friends.” They aren’t really my friends, I don’t have any real friends, I don’t know how to have friends, keep friends, I know how to make friends, but that never lasts, not even my virtual pseudo-friends on the Interwebs.
7. Yep, exceptionally critical, to the point that I hate them, you dumb fucking dummy dumdums down the drain diving in dumpsters. Fuck you all, you fuckin losers. Again, NOT me, but those thoughts come through, whatever this channel is I tune into, THIS is what comes through. It’s incredibly exhausting keeping up with the filtration system. It’s thoughts, MY thoughts, but “mine” only as far as they come through me, but I don’t know where thoughts arise from. Am I “generating” them myself, birthing these ideas into the world? I don’t know. Stop blaming me for things I don’t know and/or can’t control. Does “narcissism” sound fun, like something you would want?
8. Let’s see here, “special favors,” for me, what special favors can you do for me? I don’t know, gah, my head hurts, this is difficult doing this, sorry, sorry sorry sorry, shouldn’t say that out loud, pronouncing my own head pains from the stress of writing about these things, to all of my ghostly non-existent readers. Oh wait, that’s right, no one reads this, so no one cares, so no worries, so so what, right? So, let’s move on. Not expecting anything or doing anything for anything & everything anymore & no more. Why? What’s the point? Of anything for me anymore? Broken clocks are right twice a day, broken people can’t be fixed, & aren’t ever “right.”
9. Oh man, so guilty, all at THEIR expense for MY own gain. ME ME ME ME ME. Always about ME, well, me & my disease. They’ll say you have a disease, then blame you, then you say, “but you said I am sick, how’s it my fault?,” & they say, “it’s your fault, but if you pay us a bunch of money, we’ll help you with your disease.” Then you say, “I have no money, & no one to help me properly,” & they say, “go to the food banks, bye.” There sure is a lot of “taking advantages” going around, but I get the specificity of the implication here in trait number nine of the terribly terrifying “N-word.”
10. This one is…confusing, because I do, I try, I try so hard, but maybe I can’t feel anything, maybe it’s form my history of bad head injuries, I don’t know. I get so distracted, I try to think about it from their shoes, then I think about shoes in general, my brain doesn’t seem to have a well-functioning empathy drive then I guess, right? I’m willing, I have the will to be willing, but no one notices it, like I’m a ghost.
11. Hahahahahaha..oh man, well I know damn well NO ONE envies me for anything that I’m aware of, so scratch the 2nd half of that game, & I don’t care about thees enough to be “jealous,” & I wouldn’t call that little green monster on my should “envy,” I’d call it…”disappointment,” disappointed that some people get certain things that make no sense to me, like someone like Cardi B…absolutely impossible for em to be envious of that twat, but it disappoints me that life “rewards” that stripper with so much. Would I ever trade places with her though?…FUCK NO, are YOU insane? & I’d wager she feels the same, but she’s allowed to be as narcissistic as she can be, & it’s okay, see the logic there? You do? That’s weird, because there is no logic there, it just is what it is I suppose.
12. Oh yes, yes, & yes, arrogance, I bathe in it, using shampoo on my bowling-ball-blad head just to rub it in deeper too. Bragadociousness & conceit, sure, why not? Comes right alongside “arrogance,” doesn’t it?…like a little gang, arrogance, braggings, & a grossly conceited attitude, patrolling the hood, right? What can one say, when they know they’ve acted in such a way? Once again, quite aware & conscious of it too, but the auto-pilot keeps flying the plane anyway, on the same course. I can;t change course if I’m not the one always flying the plane, can I? I donlt even have a pilot’s license though, so I guess I’m really fucked up in the air, aren’t I?
13. Finally, last one, at least it’s my 2nd lucky number, 13. 22 & 13, never win me shit, but still they’re “lucky” in my head. What a fucking loser, Jesus Christ, help this guy out already or something, would ya? Someone, something up there, anything celestial & ethereally Divine, give this fuck-off a helping hand so he has harmony instead of hell. Who doesn’t want the “best of everything,” too bad I got nothing, unless I boost it, & booster seats are for squirts. That’s it for that impromptu narcissist checklist, did I win?

Well, that was totally random & unexpected. The only freedom I feel anymore, is in this space, my writing space. only thing that’s really “mine,” isn’t it? I’m over the buzzword labelings, the mental disorder diagnoses, if this is “life,” & this is what I fucked-off & made of it, why continue? Why? No one there, no one to care, everyone eat my underwear. Yes, I can write silly nonsense, BECAUSE NO ONE WILL EVER READ THIS, unless I send them an individually respective link, nope, this is just like pissing in the wind for me, all my own stinky poisoned pee spraying right back in my face, & up my nose, & on my tongue, this tongue that has driveled on long enough via this Ouroborian channel I’m plugged into & these robot arms that type type type away until I find this silly circularity I always bullshit about..”.beginning finds the end to find the start all over again,” gabba dabba doo wah ditty doo doo, who gives a fuck about a “mysterious circularity phenomenon” when I write, I just reiterate the beginning of the article at the end, like every other generically corny writer to ever crayon-scribble down their own literary puke. Who cares? So I’m done with that, maybe done with this, maybe done with myself doing this, because none of it matters, does it? Except to ME ME ME ME ME, right? Projecting out, as if on queue, until next time dear reader. So sayeth FisH™🎣

For all of you fucks, & for none of you fucking fucks at all.

“Done with that, done with this, done with myself, doing this & that.” ~Fish F Fish🎏

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