I’ll have to think up some participation game posts to replace my random insecurity checkpoint posts… ‘cause winter done came and no way I haven’t managed to shake at least a handful of the 19 of y’all that checked in last time… but the neediness makes me want to vomit.

Actually, every other platform would be a one way mirror. Micro.blog uses opaque glass both ways.

The problem with this one way mirror shit is that I have an idea in my head who shall read these words. Y’all have ideas of who’s written them. Not one of these ideas is accurate.

If it’s an eye for an eye who the fuck is doing the math.

Life knows how I feel about lemons. Now, he’s just being a dick.

Side note: Alan Turing did formulate chaos.

Pour one out for Alan Turing and that which he took with him because it makes folks uncomfortable when two adult males get randy and life inside a community that has taken your balls isn’t quite conducive for creative thought (and a mind so starved whithers rapidly) and and.

Can one formulate chaos?

It’s beginning to look like I ought update the self portrait from unable to unpersuaded. Take my sit-and-spin stick. You each get a turn.

When the fuck do I get to talk to people instead of explain shit to them?

art idea: spider wall self portrait

When you realize you’d rather ask questions than hear answers because years have passed since you’d heard one worth listening to.

Frieren needs to churn these English dubs out faster. I have more existential shit to sort.

Everybody be quiet. Josh Hawley has something to say.

When you realize just how twisted shit could get were it left to you to stress test text-to-video.

Silver lining: broken polling may be the final nail in the coffin for the future of gerrymandering. It was already gonna get tricky by decade’s end with a majority non-white voting populace.

I’m only turning over the stones big enough to be hiding the damn thing. Y’all do what you want. It is okay to think me lazy while doing so. Tell me “I told you so” all you like once you’ve found that shit under some stone I deliberately chose to leave undisturbed.

When, now you’ve passed nearly as many years friendless as you have all friended up, you realize just what an unstoppable f$&king force you might prove to be should some spontaneous game of Balderdash ever overtake a room.

When you realize the “Thank your sister” that you dropped as you left the hallway (genuine, thank-you-card-strength), was for her to hear from you… not for her sister to hear from her.

I maybe just bought a house. Sure, zero stability in a structureless life… but never boring.

A scholar not seen for three days should be seen with fresh eyes

Why > What > When > How > Where > Who

All things are born of the tangible but the tangible arises from nothing

Y’all have no idea how f$&king draining being an enigma can be. So f$&king deflating to realize your neural network has plied its way into an algorithm configured in such a manner as to render your reality without a single soul available within to understand you or your perception.

Perfection is predictable #JustSayin’