Hope this ain't to serious. Christ is king, but call it what you want. After taking a personal inventory you question things. I've been held at gunpoint. Two housefires. Stuff kind of takes a stuff like quality. I live in a cuckshed with bugs and mice. I've learned an sort of epicurean delight in small pleasures.

I do be thinking

The wrong kind of content always gets the most attention.

I wish I could relate to this, but capitalism and meaningless desires have gotten the best of me, too.

Unfortunately this hits hard.

Every single time on social media...