The kid, barely 21 with the Hair, The pants, the walk. the shoes. Then your their friends in front slow down and their gate stutters, there voice vibrates as the traffic jam of cool in front of them ….. [i can’t change the pronoun]
Then your friends in front slow down and your gate stutters, your voice vibratos As the traffic jam of cool in front of you reminds you, You are behind your friends.
Oh, to explain the IDGF (but I do)… I like this indifferent way of life; If I lose (and I’m not successful/cool/famous/covetted/etc) I win (I’m doing what I love, most moments are worth it).
Back to this place…
…I wonder, wouldn’t you rather be naked, making out, rolling around, writhing with your ideal—probably your mirror—than doing this?
Now back to the questions I’d like to answer for my day-to-day to feel like these evening (steam releasing) institutions thrive; What if a typical ‘day at the office’ could feel like this bar atmosphere evokes for some?
When I was a kid people would say, “Whoa, that’s deep, man.” With a tone of disdain, or that being deep is ‘bad’.
Now there’s a different term, Meta. And it’s good.
I’ve had these thought mulling through my mind for a while and wasn’t in the mood to type it out, so I recorded myself talking. I thought maybe I’d transcribe it but it’s kind of nice the way it is. The subject matter is very taboo to some and pointless to others. I hope you enjoy my little mellow rant.
launchctl list launchctl stop com.openssh.sshd launchctl start com.openssh.sshd
wow. after editing /etc/ssh/sshd_config