The only purpose this sentence serves is to start a post that I was having trouble starting up to the point when this sentence started. Thanks to that last sentence I'm well on my way to posting a post today, and I'm feeling pretty excited by the prospect of seeing it all come together. Just imagine, if it hadn't been for those last two sentences then this one never would have seen the light of day. And what good are sentences if it's too dark to read them? Good for nothing, that's what. You know what happens when you start spending too much time around good-for-nothing sentences like that? Nothing good at all, that's what. Ever since God broke the news that men love darkness because their deeds are evil, millions of tax dollars have been sunk into the effort to ban books the second some sinner goes and tries to read one in the dark. It's a huge waste of time and money but someone's got to do it, because it's not like time and money are going to just start wasting themselves now is it? Sometimes it really boggles my mind how so many otherwise functional and intelligent adults can let such obvious falsehoods get stuck in their silly little heads so long they actually spoil and start fermenting into alternative facts. There's really no other way to explain the lack of logic behind some of the bonkers ideas you run into these days; for instance, did you know that it's no longer socially acceptable or politically correct to call homeless people homeless? We have to call them unhoused now. Even though the two words are literally synonyms one is somehow better than the other. I will admit that the new and supposedly improved term does contain the element of agency, which could be construed as less likely to imply that those experiencing lack of a home are somehow at fault, but if that's the case then we'd also have to say that the old, supposedly unacceptable term is likely to imply that said persons are somehow at fault for their situation, which isn't the case. Whatever's going on with words and sentences and definitions these days, I'm calling bullshit on the entire show in general and specifically on whoever the hell let the monkeys out of the barrel and into whatever room they make decisions about language in nowadays. As a residentially challenged individual I'm highly offended—nay, aggrieved—that anyone would dare to cease calling me homeless and commence calling me unhoused instead. I will not be labeled by society. I will not be dropped into boxes based on how you understand and organize the world. And just as soon as the sun comes out and the temperature rises above freezing I will emerge from my tent and start smashing random glass and looting mom and pop shops until my voice is heard. Down with the aristocracy. Long live the revolution. Minor side note, after almost a year of not having a home to call my own I think I might have found an apartment to move into next month. Warm bed, hot shower, flushing toilet, storage, stove, refrigerator, reliable trash service—I can scarcely fathom such luxury. Incomplete sentence serving no purpose other than to conclude a post I couldn't figure out how to conclude till this incomplete sentence concluded.
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4-13-22. BREAKING—This is a sentence. But not this.