bloptsy

 hit play and savor this poem at your own pace,  preferably at one minute and thirty two seconds pace.              chaos.      art. chaos .                                  art . magic tube-tele after midnight vibes.   chaos.  a serotonin alien leeching off your back-brain energy.                                          art. appears disordered; contrasted against normal everyday life.  chaos. wtf is he doing; thats weird. your outcasted. art. a beauty every human experiences whether or not aware.       chaos.   unfollow. ignore. i don't want association. outcast.   art.  i am fulfilled. float through nature. im holding my breath.                   chaos. wasteland. red. i choose to stalk you to hate on you. i hate myself.                                               art.   i love myself. i battled through just to get here.                                  art. my brave is not above fear. my fear is not below brave.     art. in stereo, it vibes with you. grabs your booty and lift

I forgive you. It's been a while since we talked. You've read every one of my emails; You let me hang my pictures, writings, and letters to friends on your social media refrigerator; You helped me study for my tests, you picked on me when I misspelled words in the comment sections, you let me waste days of my time (easily more than ten thousand hours) doing Ethnographic Fieldwork scrolling though people's digital venues of self-curation (i.e. Myspace, GeoCities). <3,  John  xoxo "send nudes" ... What a relief. That was needed. A good ol' apology to the internet. They took so much from me and I didn't even realize the magnitude of it all. I lost my internet virginity when I was in middle school at my best friend's house. He immigrated from Mexico City with a super bubbly sister. I was a super huge 3 Ninja's fan and envied with all my pogs  their Black belts in karate. His dad bought him a Compaq Presario 5000. The  little assistant  could change