I can't wait for you to operate.

Long lonely Saturday in the dark. Well not literally but it feels like as I had woken up around one and by the time I really got going it was pitch black. Not that I mind that fact, in fact the early dark is one of the most inspiring aspects about this time of year, that and the cold. I enjoy conditions that most people horribly detest, does that make me a weirdo? Who the fuck really knows just random thoughts on a random day at a random time in the world. So many things going on in the world, people being killed, having sex, fermenting revoulutions, fighting, struggleing. A vast tapestry constantly unfolding right before our eyes. Feel massively discouraged. Word.