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 control

I 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

When you explain what she perceived as weak
Is me flexing my newly found strength

“See you corner and lash lest you listen
In the past I’d escape
Then you’d always give chase
Like I’m fluid and you some damn piston

Now I stand in one spot
Fuck tons of distraught
Ask to pick it up later
‘cause you’ve lost the plot
But, I’m listening
So, what else you got?”

Hey, I’m the piece of shit ruined her life again. I think it was because I was eating granola last night. Fuck if I understand anything she is fucking saying.

If we could just put that context correction step before that freak the fuck out step

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 head

Lookout for militant ☾𐂂 cause ☾𐂂 is kinda jacked right now

#NostalgicNuggs

High School ☾𐂂

#NostalgicNuggs

High School ☾𐂂

#NostalgicNuggs

Elementary School ☾𐂂

#NostalgicNuggs

Middle School ☾𐂂

Those following along at home will have to imagine the construction because I am not getting up.

What was that, ten minutes of writing? Most minutes this year, probably.

The birds on the screen make a scene most serene as they squable for peanuts that mean everything, when the snow’s a foot deep their ain’t no time to preen.

Caught with the dog in my lap in a nap ears aflap gently breathing with airway soft tissue clap.

When your books are decorations and construction vibrations light up synapses like holiday decorations

I wonder how much longer we shall feign concern over print, radio, and television media ownership (last I looked you could only own so much of the market) while entirely ignoring ownership of the medium replacing them, social media.

I really don’t like how well this one will age, flying without autopilot (aka norms and precedents).