Awfulpit Salvation Pirouette Quotient (A.S.P.Q.)
	"09/15/25"

LONG TIME - no see.
Here in the throes of nothing, it is worth anything to try!
I have shrunk, considerably. I have been shrinking for some
time - at first I was couch eligible but now I tumble into
the cracks. No, now my life has become how many things can
fit in this unmoving inch. BOOOOORRRRRIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGG!!!
So we are required to discover another route from this place.

My earnest journalism attempts have failed only with me -
the story: fascinating! The route to creation: 2fuckingez?
The wizard in question? Utterly castrated! Utterly, utterly,
utterly castrated. I have languished in the face of eternity
and I have collapsed into indecision. I am as much a fool as
my genes have always thought, brought to my knees by the
slightest anhedonia and dragged along as if I've been tied
to an offroading Tahoe. Gentle feeling - return to me!!

Finished - Casino Planet, eclectic mixtape. I have only to
go to the library and print covers out, then I will sell them
for One $1. Unfinished - many others. My dream: an endless
digital BBS-like landscape in which suffers the people of 
this awful future, where hacking is physical violence...
The difficult subject is the scale of creation, the nature
of "gameplay" mechanics, and I have not programmed in a
hundred years, since I fell asleep at my programming desk
job every day for a summer and realized it was all very
very boring . . . . . . .  Otherwise, writing pieces somewhat.

Secondary dreamings: Woods visit. I'm sick of this awful city,
no offense to this awful city, but I desire greatly escape to
autumnal beautiful places and visit with friends... My social
life desires people all the time forever. Ten years ago today - 
I thought  about the religion I created as a child for the last
time . . . I remember there was this
one time when I saw a giant funnel of green smoke some truly
bizarre cloud formation and the wind was blowing by me and I
decided that That was supposedly the manifestation of one of
the triad of "Gods" I believed in, one of them being the 
Abrahamic god, this one being, I suppose, the manifestation
of evil. It was sick as fuck, to be honest. The experience
of the divine is absolutely killer and being able to curate
the experience you get to feel the secret parts of your brain
tingled by.  Perhaps I ought to invent a god that requires you
to get off your ass?

Love,
	K.F.,
		Wiszard