so i says to myself these days are like really trying days these times are all along the fringe of my so very unsalted nature of lick and lip and lime and life so much so that i forget often where i am and who the story is supposed to be about i mean that to say we're all candidates in our own personal election and when we lose at that and like we don't even blink about it i mean to say that this is well on a downslide from the get go if you get my drift and meaning and sort of reason if you can call it that rational or of a logic that isn't too condescending unless you're on my same shame and guilt and like so i says the same and mean to say that the world is only getting smaller and more vorticimal in such a relative dime seed or of a fashion or manner that like is saying smaller like those terrariums you used to stuff into mason jars when you were young expecting shit to live and all it did was grow wet and brown like coffee or the stufff that you'd expect a raspy old guy to phlegm out in a bile reduction method and like the color of candy