I think the Democratic Party should turn over a new populist leaf by promising to put the entire staff of the New York Times in stocks

Immediately following this I became harrowingly ill and had nothing to do but writhe in bed for 2 months. Obviously this was Twitter cursing me for daring to aspire to productivity

Hello Bluesky, thank you for having me - I will be here for the foreseeable future!

I've put a screen time restriction on Twitter for the new year, which is great news for my activity here <3

Imagine: modern science lets you find your statistical soulmate, and unfortunately, you and your partner aren't each other's true love. You amicably break things off in pursuit of the one - each find them - you enjoy unconditional love from a perfect spouse. And then you cheat on them with your ex

Manul morning.

I'd never do this (fatass)

the success of this platform hinges on will stancil sacrificing himself to kickstart the online harassment ecosystem

Scrapping the bottom of my already too shallow mind to concoct yet another persona for deployment on this place, knowing each generation more feeble and lackluster than the last

Today is FOLLOW FRIDAY. We have @wramented.bsky.social @leninregimer.bsky.social Others, I'm sure, are soon to follow. Good evening

I’ve not read theory because I’m more of a do-er (stealing from self checkout)

This is the standard for great beauty in the local culture, I’ve been assured

I think there is grand potential here

Considering cultivating a completely different persona here that is more violent/sexy and profitable than any before.

Considering inventing a new, correct gender.

You can tell when you're in a true cosmopolitan world-city because the residents constantly bitch about it. Gushing about how much you love your underrated gem of a hometown - that's for second-string cities. You can see a similar effect happening for Twitter vs Bluesky

This is a love story

I can’t turn on notifications for select people here. My devotional nature, thwarted

I should not be here. I should be preparing some manner of soup in a large caldron for the worker’s dinner.

Getting tortured by the Secret Police: horrible, lifelong trauma, though they could not crack me they have left me broken in ways I may never fully understand. At night I dream of the cells Getting tortured by the Mukhabarat: o-ho! What a delight! Your cigarettes have a lovely Oriental twang

Drunk in New Orleans, no data, going to navigate to the safety of some slightly lost hotel room with my immaculate superior intuition. Who knows when this will post, just scribbling it on a note and tossing it into the electronic sea

Something delightfully reminiscent about the finite scrolling here from less use. Oh, that’s it I’ve caught up on all the posts those I follow have made. Finished, time to move along

I need people to be identical to their twitter profiles here. How am I to recognize anyone, by what name? Your un is a vague pattered form I’ve never converted into language, an extension of the blobish colors I associate with your profile photo…

Must come up with new and more shocking crankish beliefs to slather this website with

I believe the key to a full Bluesky success is to invent a new kind of pornography that is exclusive to this place.

We’ve not seen this particular variety of embarrassing lib headlines since Clinton was running. Really a testament to how demotivating Biden has been

There’s no way to turn notifications on for particular people? Very much goes against my overly devoted style