LANELESS WORLD DRIVE

                     Goodbye 2020.                                                 Don't let the door hit you on the way out.

What can you say about this year? Here's one particular lowlight -                                                         words fail me

                        What price connection when your entire existence                                    relies on a cheaply made plastic box? Once again, a faltering signal has disconnected me from the outside world. It's not just the internet. It also affects my landline connection. Completely unusable. If I have to make contact with the outside world, I'll have to use my mobile - which means big bucks for the service provider. These stoppages are becoming more and more frequent. That's what you get when one company monopolises the entire network. Mediocrity (and knowing full well they can get away with it).  Thanks, Telstra!

Grammarly. Horrible Grammarly. Ad after ad after ad on YouTube. Let artificial intelligence do your thinking for you instead of gaining a rudimentary grasp on the trappings of  the English language yourself. Give it up, Tyler. It's obvious Anita despises you.                     

Honestly doctor, life just seems a blur.

 POEM Jazz killed itself But don't let poetry kill itself Don't be afraid   of the cold night air Don't listen to institutions when you return manuscripts to      brownstone dont bow & scuffle           for Edith Wharton pioneers or ursula major nebraska prose just hang in your own backyard    & laugh play pretty         cake trombone & if somebody give you beads   juju, jew or otherwise, sleep with em around your neck Your dreams'll maybe better There's no rain     there's no me, I'm tellin ya man      sure as shit 1959 poem by Jack Kerouac taken from "Scattered Poems", 1971