When both directions lead nowhere, leave the path. #Moonhaven

Why don't we snort shit like aspirin? Are we really more invested in the potency and speedy onset of our high than we are in getting rid of our f$&king headache?

The seven minute song structure, brought to you by a pair of decades when bands had both shit they needed to say and instruments they needed to play. F$&k your 21st century horseshit (with very few exceptions (lookin' your way @radiohead)).

I wonder how much space, ink, and microdroplets are wasted on word the.

If you're reading this, and you consider yourself to be a conservative, it would be helpful if you could holler back with that which you believe in conserving. I was gonna post something witty, but I couldn't, for the life me, think of a counterbalance to the white race.

It feels like writing my own algorithm in a shortcut or custom app to truly randomize which albums are touched isn't really something I ought still be contemplating when listening via software shipped by the folks that made digitally shuffled playlists a thing, @Apple engineers.

Being as I don't believe myself to be prescient, I keep digging around for the how of the situation. Not yet ruled out are the possibility that I subconsciously caught a glimpse of the list and the possibility that I have some buried memory of a paired listening experience.

It's not the horseshit nature of politics-as-usual that makes it dangerous for the American experiment. It's that the operating conditions & challenges have shifted so significantly that outcomes become wholly unpredictable (without dual reality goggles) & entirely ineffective.

Second season shout out for #ReservationDogs. So authentic (according to the interwebs, how the f$&k would I know … but … I mean … they blur out owl eyes) I feel like an exploiteer.

F$&k me but these last three are tearjerkers.

Full on drops when she came to. #FruitsBasket

I swear to FG, if Tohru doesn't come out of this.

Kinda weird how when you're driving 50 miles per hour it feels like, "yeah, I can see knocking 50 down within the hour;" but, if you're driving 5 miles per hour it, it feels like, "no f$&king way are we knocking out five miles like this."

732 songs in the shuffled playlist. Subterranean Homesick Blues fades out. I find myself wondering what will play next. In my head pops "givitawayyy givitawayyy givitawaynow". A flashing thought, wouldn't it be wild if the next song was… and then… #WTF

#LastYearToday

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Alrighty, time for the screenshot session.

This morning's malformed mental mashup: Metallica's For Whom the Bell Tolls and Vince Guaraldi's Linus and Lucy.

She turns to me and asks, "what kind of a lady do you take me for?"

I oblige her curiosity with a response, followed quickly with a reminder of just what a majestic creature is a dragon.