I have no psyche to go out on xmass eve. I'm afraid to ask others to befriend me. My bullshit meter is set so low it might be broken. That's a good thing if I happen to infiltrate a circle of unclaimed entrepreneurs seeking sage interruption and have it videotape rssed straight to YouTube/HULU/Slate/The Smithsonian, etc. , and help me build the Snacton compound. That's not a fantasy unattainable, thats imperative to every kind of survival. Mental, sexual, financial, physical and other survivals will require me to be meeting regular people on the regular. I should leave now.
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