And that is what I get for trying to inline an image using the MB app >.<
I suppose the skirt-around-society approach would be to disconnect my feed again while keeping those of y’all I put back in my timeline so we interact.
After watching Blue Period 8 times, I realized I could make real art. I never finished my first attempt (capturing the emotion I felt when I found myself looking at a quote on a wall) because we decided to buy a house.
I was gearing up for an epic ending. I was gonna weave y’all a dragon.
If philosophy is not science, perhaps it measures its performance. Not sure how you introduce logic proofs into a subject without calling it science, though. I think On Certainty might scrape this subject.
Perhaps we produce mutually exclusive thoughts because additional drivers arrive. My logic center is absolutely certain that I require human connection to persist in any kind of positive emotional state of being. My emotional center says fuck you all, I don’t need you. I suppose these are my wolves.
Body photography is awkward. I gone and snapped a shot ‘cause dropping 38 lbs over the last two years (and acquiring a muscle set can pop Kota up on my shoulder to play parakeet) feels neurodivergently documentable. Documentable because I stopped working out. I stopped leaving the house entirely.
You are an embarrassment to college football, B10, or BIG 10, or whatever TF you call your collection of small little teams (not 10 teams, anymore, you branding dipshits… only to be outdone by the slough of pacific coast schools just joined the Atlantic Coast Conference).
Takeaways from a 2008ish Career Psychology Assessment
The confidence to ask to visit a psychiatrist about feeling depressed since the assessment suggested a state of depression. My intelligence quotient is really hard to measure because I won’t provide two incorrect answers in succession. Dual brains are real, requiring twice the maintenance of the standard issue left or right brain. The world (as represented by a very nice, intelligent gentleman performing the assessment) would two-bird this fucker by having me write instruction manuals. I just don’t know how to square this sudden onset of inspired writing and the bits of me I put on display with the crickets @manton gives me back. @odd and @pratik tend to keep me engaged (few others as well), but I’m still 50/50 on whether keeping my posts connected to the MB timeline is positive.
I almost need the excavator to come back for five minutes, trigger me, and then leave so all these hammers pounding sound like raindrops.
Lifting that bottle out of the coaster stack, with one hand by the coaster, was harder than I would have thought.
Got a stop and go soul
With a head like a hole
Rezner would die before passing controlI wonder how far jacked ☾𐂂 will drive golf balls.
I bet at least ten of you are within fifty miles of me. If social media cultivated and strengthened local communities supplementally instead of replacing them, perhaps some of the batshit could be held at bay.
I suppose I am the kind of person that will look through their posts, realize a guesstimated time period of ten minutes was probably closer to twenty minutes, and then create a post capturing the moment they realize they are the kind of person that will look through their posts, realize a guesstimat
Let me explain the situation
It is weird to end up having so much to write about and wonder if you will ever actually write anything at all.
I wonder if I would be embarrassed to admit that I simply stick words together in fun ways and then look to see if they happen to mean anything had I not once heard John Lennon describing doing what amounts to the very same thing.
Of course I wouldn’t. Have you met me?
Of course you haven’t.
If it looks better than it sounds, then what of the human ear?
Why do we like what we see so much better than what we hear?I also would’nt mind talking to Zach de la Rocha
Checka, checka, check it out
They load the clip in, omnicolor Said they pack the nine, they fire it at prime time
The sleeping gas, every home was like Alcatraz
And mothafuckas lost their minds
No escape from the mass mind rape
Play it again, Jack, and then rewind the tape
And then play it again, and again, and again
Until ya mind is locked in
Believin' all the lies that they're tellin' ya
Buyin' all the products that they're sellin' ya
They say jump and ya say "how high?"
Ya braindead, ya got a fuckin' bullet in ya headLookout for militant ☾𐂂 cause ☾𐂂 is kinda jacked right now
#NostalgicNuggs
High School ☾𐂂
https://music.apple.com/us/album/bullet-in-the-head/578028823?i=578028956#NostalgicNuggs
High School ☾𐂂
https://music.apple.com/us/album/bad-mouth/49249845?i=49249823#NostalgicNuggs
Elementary School ☾𐂂
https://music.apple.com/us/album/signs-live-at-the-trocadero/1440909541?i=1440910039