My Bondi Brain

Things that appear important one moment mean nothing the next. I flit wherever, getting hit, somehow surviving, capitalism outraging and comforting me all at once, not To strive and not to yield but How is the Dow right now?

Pam Bondi asks, “Why are you laughing?”

Is it all doom scrolling or just more fallout from this administration from hell? Am I stupider than I already was? All I know is that I’ll keep on betting, whether I’m on a streak or just trying to get some of it back. I’ve got Ice Age at +4200, and I feel good about that.

No One Cares How You Scroll

No one cares who you like or who you follow.

No one cares what you post or what you share.

No one cares about your story or your memes.

No one cares what you comment or what you click.

No one cares because they don’t know how to care about you.

No one cares because you don’t know how to care about them.

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Social Media is Social Distancing

There is nothing in it, no wisdom, no treasure, even crumbs to extol.
It is directionless, emptiness, there is nothing to gain.
Nobody cares how well you scroll.
It is despair, an absence and death.
Nobody cares how well you scroll.
There is only vanishing, like you were never here.