Well, fuck blogging

fucking adsense

I don't even know how they make money if they kick someone like me who wasn't even on the cusp of doing anything wrong.

There you have it, my adsense has been shut down before I made a red cent, and I was doing everything in moderation.

I'll probably type a little on here every once in a while and help bros out when I can.

Much love on your future endeavors, and may you see better luck then I have.

Not even going to appeal. It's not worth it if they're this fucking sensitive about shit.

And the ads I have clicked? I'll be honest, there were some things I was interested in buying.

This whole thing is shit.

Instantaneous Thoughts

The future is a thing of possibility. The moment is the foundation of that future. Every moment is the foundation of what is to come. There are a million ways to expect the future, but no way to know. The philosophy of a man expects the future. The philosophy of a man cannot be right. It can be close. It will never be right. Intellect views the things that are happening with the things that have happened and produces philosophy. What has happened will not happen again. Every moment is a new moment. The future, not beheld by any, could be riddled with instantaneous devolution or with the perfect luck. One cannot know. We place gambles on comfort for we are humans. We want to be able to expect our being to have the best feeling moments. We build foundations with the future in mind. Even now, as I write, the world could find a sudden demise. I gamble that it won’t in writing this thing in hopes that through my thought I will find a comfort; a thing to live for. But why find a purpose when purpose alone is merely a concept created by man for a false sense of drive. There is no purpose. The reason to build the moments is to create a comfort for the future. The reason to suffer is to achieve the moments when we can feel like children again, so naïve that death cannot stop us.