Everything is empty calories. I feel emaciated.
How many more attempts at making a civil war sparking martyr out of some powerless fucker who’s lost every election since 2016 and whose current presidential bid’s been dead in the water since 2019 does our bifurcated information ecosystem intend to foster? Fuck it. Let’s all kill each other.
Might be time to move this fucker to a physical journal and off the interwebs.
And if sooo
If sooo
Who answers?
Who answers?Why does it matter to me that the bear cam live stream I am watching is actually within the 12 hour ballpark of being live?
The 🦇 💩 thing about reality is that we all describe the same one.
Unmarked
Unclaimed
Unloved
UntamedThe skip-intro bro stands upon the shoulders of the commercial-pass lass. Who’s that climbing up his torso?
Pussy moderators do not a merged reality bubble instigate
When you’ve just made use of the ubercommon expression “make of that what you will” and it is as if some super secret context lock lifted and my make-of-it Zanpakutō suddenly achieved it’s Bankai release.
When saying something is the wrong decision every time.
When you realize that had you not tossed all those button up shirts you could totally have constructed a pocket-sash.
He turned knowledge into wisdom and the unknown into the known
When you say the wrong thing
I’ll imagine myself an amoeba amelt in a sea of acid jazz.
I suppose stating something aloud denotes intention in a way thinking something cannot, even to oneself; because, part of the human experience is questioning morality within our own heads and all manner of nasty shite might appear, to our own horrors and with intent levels approaching zero.
Given I’m here…
totally goddamn tracks YouTube recommends I view Grazer rushing to retrieve her cub’s corpse careening towards Bristol Bay.
When Amazon receives your new Love Nugget subscription
I feel like an imposter syndrome imposter.
Everything has meaning. A fair chunk of this meaning is some bullshit.
Wait, why is there an ‘S’ at the end of all fours?
Why am I trying to say something in the first place?
When it best behooves to reach for stones, not stars
Perhaps I ought take up Buddhism and exorcise the desire to share my thoughts along with any other non-islandic desires currently fucking with me.