August 28, 2025 -- This ain't no excerpt

This is a full portrait of a train of thought of mine.

I am working from home with not a lot to do and procrastination feels amazing. It’s a chance to do something I want to do rather than something I have to do. And I could get philosophical that this is no such thing as “having” to do anything but I want to continue to be able to eat, sleep in my rented bedroom, buy cheap clothes from the “china 4 less” video scrollstore, and save for retirement by betting on bitcoin or weirder.

I realize that sentence is a run-on mess of grammar and nonsense, and I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do isn’t a good excuse.

And I’ll be honest, I just took a little daydream break from writing this, because who wants the read the diary of a dumbass from CTMD(ALCO). I’ve been trying this idea halfheartedly for years now and I’m sick of it. I’m trying to fit this campaign against myself into one of the boxes that exist already and the truth is this just a place for me to share my thoughts. I think all spirituality just boils do to an attempt to live in the present and be honest with ourselves and others. But telling convincing lies is profitable and kind of the basis of the boxes we chose to operate our societies into.

But this is a failure of a campaign right out the gate, no one is listening and no one really cares yet. A few of my friends have taken tacit interest but I still just want to debate someone about it. My idea for the future is far too broad and transformative to catch on. And it feels wrong to even discuss in polite company, I communicate through antitheticals and I’m not even sure I’m using that word correctly because it’s apparently not a plural noun and spell check has already graded my sentence red; therefore I am going to test how long I can make a sentence before it’s blue lined for being a run on sentence.

Anyway, what am I even talking about. Yadda yada yada, I should be working but I decided to spend 20 minutes to an hour, daydreaming and writing a stream of consciousness that no one reads, yet I am talking about being President of The World-Wide. This isn’t exactly the work ethic of a man you want as your leader, you want someone who burns themselves out trying to do everything at once, that’s a man who makes good, undesperate decisions. So not matter how many times your algorithms try to sell the idea of me to you, don’t vote for me.

I think that starts with helping me build an email list so I can solicit you with money, merchandise, and entertainment in the form of my literary prolonged manic episode where I try to convince you I wouldn’t be good at being in charge. So, I put the sign-up pop-up on the front page so you can give me as much of your information as you want to. You’re probably going to have to clear your browser history and delete your cookies and then reload the front page to see the pop-up again (if those types of ads excite you) and actually sign up to get emails or whatever it is you people want from me. Just don’t vote for me, please.

Yeah, I don’t know if any of those sentences make sense because I’m not going to read them again until later. Those are fresh diary words and I don’t want to be insincere.

Sincerely,
Jefferson