ideas with no tangibility;
ideas with irrelevant supports;
ideas without value;
ideas' witlessness;
ideas' witnesses;




I don't think about thinking, I just think it
	and I think even when I can't think about anything else
	I think about my thoughts about the day it left me
	and I think about it I can't think about anything else
I think about Venus and the moon and the sun
	and I think about when they came and killed everyone
	I think about the last time us two had some fun
	and I think about when we came and killed everyone
The sky is falling off the mountains
	and sirens filling my brain
	and the smoke attack the smoke grenades
	the blood in the lane
	the sky is on the edge of the earth
	and there are cracks in the night
	and the SWAT team and the G-men
	and the federal fight


The one hun dred me ter sprint .
and it's you that's dead in last .
When . will you just ad mit . .
You aren't win ning in this lap .
You mean no  thing .  to   me .
I'm try  ing .     my best .  .
You're a  hu   man .    dis ease  .
And    my best is  good e   nough .
I     gave it all  to you .   .
Leave me   a  lone .  I'm tir ed
And then you   just col lapsed . .
of  this stuff .    .   .      . .
You di dn't go   for the gold .
I   ne ver  went for the gold .
I   .  .    went for the gold .
You went for the sil ver . .
I   went for the sil ver . .
And I    got the sil ver . .
And now  you're get ting old    . .
And now  I'm    get ting old    . .
I'm look ing    at  the  bronze . .
And   my   hair is  tur ning sil ver
And   your hair is  tur ning sil ver
Throw my   me   dal in  the  ri  ver
. How could you do this to me?
. How could I   do this to you?
. Is  it    hap pi ness I  seek?
. Keep me      out  of   the  .  loop
. I    thought I    made it   ea sy
. All  this    time I've been so sad
. And at the end  of the day
. And at the end  of the day
. I'm so god damn in com plete
. I   lost out  in  the  race .
. You lost out  in  the  race .
. I   want what you guys have .

	A lot of what I do is foreshadowed by other stuff I do. Before Blang
(still in development and not even publicly released) was the configuration
system for ytfeed, which was weird in some areas. The behavior was mostly due
to side effects. Then Usagi, a similar fantasy computer but with much loftier
goals than Blang which never really came to fruition. When it came to making an
RSS feed reader, after (which started as a proof of concept out of
boredom using some Python RSS module or something) sort of collapsed from
technical debt (look, I can use buzzwords too) I really wanted to take and expand it to be more UNIXy and KISSy but lost motivation. I had a
couple attempts after that such as "awdri", which has one file with:

#!/usr/bin/env python

config = [
        "feed_dir": "/home/trinity/awdri/Feeds"

	But I don't even know what that was gonna be. Eventually I came up with
pigfeed which is a half-decent base for an RSS feed reader, I think. Plus its
model and design are delightful though undercooked.


The End of the World, And What Happened Next
	"Put your money in the wishing well, and your wish may well come true."
The beggar turned to me, his rotted teeth spitting through the phrase.
	"The wishing well?" I looked into the field behind him. I didn't see
any well.
	"It's not a <I>real</I> well. It's a wallet number. Put in
a coin and reap good luck for the rest of your life." He handed me the business
card of a preacher in the church across the street behind us. On the back was a
hexadecimal wallet code, 512-bit – a legacy address, scrawled in ballpoint. I
could hardly make out the 1s from 7s or the 4s from 9s. I put it in my shirt
	"An entire coin? I thought beggars usually wanted a fiver or tenner?"
	He stared into me with orange eyes. Tattooed irises, probably to go
with his hair. "It's not my wallet. Wanna miss out?" He waved his arms out.
"Your loss!"
	Simon was sitting at his desk filling forms when he saw kamisama from
his upstairs window. She disappeared into the forest across the street. He
quickly ran downstairs into the trees to find her sitting on a stump at a
stream, brushing her hair.
	"Where have you been? I haven't heard you in days." Simon started to
retie his right shoe which was too loose. "Are you avoiding me?"
	Kamisama spoke quietly. "They're trying to take me away."
	Simon finished the bunny ears and double knotted it. "Who?"
	"I don't know. But I'm disappearing."
	Simon sat on the stump. "Is it me? We knew this might happen eventually."
	Kamisama shook her head. "No, we can't part yet. I don't want you
blindly leading yourself. Someone is doing this to you."
	"I don't know what's worth putting a coin in an anonymous wallet, but
whatever it is, I don't need it anyway." I started to walk away.
	He yelled behind me. "Fine! You just ignored the best opportunity of
your life!" I kept walking.


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