Also, no f$&king clue why the tail verse of Silent Lucidity by Queensrÿche suddenly crept into my head as I dreamt this morning (a dream within which I was fully aware) just before my arrival in the waking world.

What a pickle. I can’t tell if I’m trying too hard to try or if I need to try harder to try to try.

My poetic farts just went melodic; but, they’re in the style of Faith No More’s Angel Dust.

I know how much potential I’ve spent decades wasting… but I wonder what that figure looks like globally.

Okay, I’ll bite. Who TF is going around saying “persons” instead of “women and girls”?

Why are you reading this?

Were my ambition and moral ambiguity a match for this moment, no doubt I’d find a way to make a killing pumping out powerful, contextually ambiguous memes like the ones y’all eat TF up (but actually artsy). Feed both bubbles 🙌 .

Can you believe those fuckers, calling this little beauty an old hag.

Wait… did I seriously just now get the lyrics of Rocket Man?

If you keep being this stupid, I want try watching you in the morning anymore, Joe.

They just may fuck this up enough to leave two states behind in their wake.

Someone tap me when college football switches to a playoff format for determining the national champion. Whatever they’re doing now seems ornamental. I mean… you lose one game in three years… by three points (officiating and injury data points also available upon request).

Where does the hyper go when it dissipates?

Another mystery… aside from that bounce rate.

If he’s in a simulation, who TF is Elon angry at?

I think we should also cry like nobody is watching.

I wonder what would happen were I to pick a sidewalk and launch a folding table campaign to recover what is conservatively estimated as 11 years of missed socialization. Befriended for twenty some years and friendless for twenty some more. I wonder who would troll. I wonder if they’d do so twice.

So we can’t discern real from fake and all our money is electronic. This will end well.

Relax, don’t be a pussy.

Why? What’s your mantra?

Pellet Points

• Alliteration
• Foodish rather than deathish imagery
• You’re welcome

There is a poetic fart with potential for expansion that’s ready to go pending the acquisition of a word rhyming with weird that is in the vicinity of meaning to be or arrive first #CommunalPoetry #FirewalkWithMe

The fuckifiknow snapshot of the day (only content’s been going up’s either random rage or heady stuff of which it’s possible only I have access to the requisite context for picking up what I’ve just put down).

Also never got an answer as to whether Israel fancies itself a Democracy or Theocracy.

Bee tee dubs, filtered that last post down to about twenty percent of the total malice I’m actually channeling at the moment.

How many Palestinean babies = an Israeli hostage? Such big, strong men. Hiding behind babies. Exploding babies. My religion. Your religion. My biogenesis. Your biogenesis. A city in a barrel. These aren’t NPC’s you miserable miscreant mobs of inhumanity. Look out world. It ain’t just Cali’s on fire.

If information is never destroyed, where do forgotten memories go?