I've never had a difficult or challenging experience, and I highly doubt I'll ever experience loss or its accompanying grief, deep and abiding.

From The Sopranos to Mad Men, it’s becoming increasingly clear that we’re living in what I call the Golden Age of Television.

I despise what comes out of Spider-Man when he uses his “ability.”

I’m agnostic as to the existence of Spider-Man. There’s no proof he exists, and there’s no proof he doesn’t. It’s the only possible rational view on the matter. I will say, however, that the films don’t resonate with me. Always been grossed out by webs.

I’m excited to live on in my art, after I go bye-bye due to old age factors or an act of remarkable violence.

I just saw some seriously desirable single men in my city get hit by a car. They were thrown like 10 feet in the air, hit the ground hard, and then just... passed on. So I guess that's something guys do now??

Puberty turned my penis into yet another arm of the state, a glorified hose for churning out new citizens. I wish something more subversive shot out of there.

I want to get more involved in "man's inhumanity to man." I feel like I could play a bigger role.

Living my life to the fullest and following my bliss has fried my dopamine circuits. I feel like a shadow of my former self. My life has gotten very small. I’m unable to experience pleasure anymore unless it’s infused with “meaning.”

I’m addicted to what I do all day and night. I’m obsessed with my overall situation and my lot in life. My diverse relationships, activities, and passions serve only to numb me and crowd out everything else. This is not sustainable.

Let’s get through ordeals without tragically passing away. Any ideas for how to go about this? Bluesky, do your thing!

I want to help people survive. I abhor lifelessness. But I love seeing folks stay intact and move around over the years.

I really want this to be a stimulating place but it feels like a graveyard. I suppose that’s as good a place as anywhere to say things I don’t mean.

I’m considering becoming emotionally invested in Bluesky. It’s a microblogging platform that’s been hailed as a Twitter alternative — without the toxicity.

Is this platform interesting to me?

It's my calling to inflict my boring mind on others. It's my duty to give voice to the wan pastiche of my inner life. And to do so aggressively -- via novels, poetry, music, even dance.