Stop with your Bellwethers, you dumb f$&ks, I have been saying elections would go this way since October 2020 and I am tired of having to tolerate hearing this shit just to have some news on.

Honestly, the philosophy major I was gonna be had I started at Oglethorpe instead of Tech would have been the most accurate.

It means something that it doesn’t mean anything.

Wait… it’s Asian-accents-aren’t-aloud-unless-there-aren’t-any-Asians-around, right? (I mean, if they weren’t aloud at all, you couldn’t do American accents without looking ridiculously foolish from a stance of mental fortitude.)

Georgia Bulldog ended the Super Bowl. #JustSayin

Jesus just paid a lot of money to declare his foot fetish.

When, either Siri thinks you’ve started speaking mandarin, or you’ve crossed over into official batshit territory.

When you realize you’ve never really managed to realize anything endurably.

When you realize you have to stop behaving like people are interested in what you have to say.

And y’all thought the bed was already wet.

When you realize the only thing, outside of a learning environment, worth capturing in song is emotion.

Side note: not life, f$&kers, that shit is everywhere. I was referring to art.

I cry at the beauty of creation

Stuff

When she is her own unreliable witness, and the bulk of the load goes towards figuring out what f$&king negative must be disproven in order to trip the flag allowing us to pencil placidity back into our schedules.

If you’ve identified that annoying, repetitive ticking currently keeping you from settling into something, and the source happens to be the chaotic rush of CO₂ bubbles crying freedom before bursting against the aluminum can containing all those H₂O molecules who should be so lucky… U might be #ADHD

I mean… above and beyond is just as off target as below and short (from what I gather, never managed to get near the fucker myself).

Hello Today

You look just like Yesterday

So

Fuck you

Knee Jerking The latest entry into what has become a very crowded field of enthusiasts currently racing towards humanity’s extinction looking to land that final blow.

I suppose my head is still farting out emotion to the tune of children’s songs. Today’s melody: Dysfunction Junction.

When you’re probably gonna need to go back to solitary life with a new place to call home, you can’t recall the last meaningful conversation in which you both really needed to be and totally were understood, and saying things like this here is totes fine ‘cause nobody sees it, not even family.

It occurred to me earlier in the week that my knowledge of Muslim divisions got left back in the Gulf War (metaphorically).

When you’re a dead end.

Y’all keep opening up my bio you’re gonna leave me no choice but to finally update that MFer.

Just to rephrase, it would be like acquiring Google, with brand name elevated to English language verb in recognition for its service within our communities, and totally deciding that f$&king name has got to go… ‘cause we’re gonna provide, like, all the services.