"...Being an old guy in Tomorrowland"

Cute Huh?

I made Queer pieces too, but post it, and

this whole site might be deleted.

Life in the future,...swell.

My pathetic art, and crafts. It passed the time like basket weaving did for an earlier generation of the unwanted. I don't do any of that anymore no point. I mean ya know. I never see anyone except for doctors or Social Service visitors making sure I'm still alive. 

I do interact intermittently on Facebook with people around the world. Like messages in a bottle rather than real contacts. This mist might be my main connection with humanity. 

Oh the 21st century.

I remember reading that in the da old days elder folks made up relationships with characters on TV shows. This became their social network of phantoms. My Facebook pals are also phantoms. I care for them, but will never see or really know them. The only difference for me is that the whole world joined me in isolation for a year. Soon I'll be on my own again.

On da upside when I gets my damned shot...yeah I'm doing the J&J. No I ain't getting a bunch'a shots. Having to go back'n forth forget it,...it's one or none. 

Anyway whenever I get shot to to hell. 

I'm going to the Boardwalk sit in the sun read sleep eat hot dawgs, and suck down root beer like a civilized ex-taxpayer. It's da little things.