ok guys im over it

famous dog Snoopy has 4 different tv shows now. sure why not

heartwarming! content creator pours heart into content

i think one of the reasons communism is gonna win is it's just so obviously right like it's just how things want to be i feel like, like this huge extractive apparatus violently pulls us away from caring for each other every day not the other way around idk does this matter who cares i'm bored again

you guys hate when i post original thoughts and feelings and insights but you love when i post stuff about smoking weed

pulling up to the function with a stale bottle of cheap cooking wine covered in grease splatters

i gotta start busking type shit but I'm too nervous guys

i keep thinking about this time a like 8 year old sold me rolling papers and they seemed to think it was cool which made me smile but also what is going on in the world

i'm so bored i want this website to be more fun than it is

honestly having opinions is my favorite hobby

a jury of your peers finds you whack as fuck, ur sentenced to frig off

honestly if there is ever an argument most of the time it's whoever has the best vibe that i end up agreeing with !!

i hate when you're in a situation where you're way too high because you don't care about anything and if you say "sorry I'm way too high and I don't care about anything" everyone gets mad so you just have to be quiet and way too high

walking into a coffeeshop and buying a coffee and slamming a big book on a table so everyone looks at me and the noise and sees me with a coffee about to read the book and sitting for a second in that feeling and then throwing the coffee away and leaving

rick rubin, uh, dick poopin? *tips fedora*

rick rubin, uh, dick poopin? *tips fedora*

i feel so smug every time i roast rick rubin

guys i got this post idea from the rick rubin book please like it it is my life's work

guys i got this post idea from the rick rubin book please like it it is my life's work

my lifestyle involves mostly things like apples and the rick rubin book

"oh is my soulful singing bad?" i say to my neighbor at 3am, light pouring through my open door from the fluorescent bulbs in the hallway. "no it's just like really loud" says my neighbor, she also asks if it has to be like a "black guy" voice, I say I don't know what she's talking about but i do

everyone is tired of flamenco flamenco sam, you've gotta get onto punk rock and roll, that's what the kids want to hear

guys tell my mom i'm your well adjusted friend

(unemployed and been waiting for this moment all week) anyone mind if i put on a little bit of jamiroquai?

being very aggressively loving towards luigi and building him up a lot so i can dump him for mario

i've lost concept of your mortal "days" ahahaha -the unemployed mastermind

bro. sorry. tee hee- ahem. i got the giggles bro. tee hee

sometimes my ass is giggling ngl

"yeah bro, I just don't know." I take a drag. "can we ever be kind to each other, you know what i mean." I look off. I pause. another drag. are you going to open the door or not the delivery driver asks

i put on the they live sunglasses and pretty much everything is different but the obey stickers are still the same

they blocked me reading news about losing my rights to do an ad for xenophobia instead

for the longest time i've been very improv centered guitar stuff but i've been like really wanting to do some serious writing/composition lately to do some more complex stuff feel like i've outgrown some of the limits of this style

I took the wock to poland

i would marry a fruit fly pretty easy, because they don't live that long it's not that big of a risk to me

jess it appears you have a 3 year break on your resume where you just wrote "transsexual" what does that mean oh you know mhm

imagining beautiful world beautiful serene meadow beuatiful pasture sheep frolicking, sleeping shepherd under tree, a spring breeze rolls across the grass, it smells like flowers

imagine a world where only good stuff happens

making plans to get a snack with my mind powers

"you won't like me when I'm ang-" I trip a little, slipping with a squeak. "haha, looks like this just got mopped ha ha", I say, pointing. You look at your feet. This is is embarrassing. I start to say you won't like me when I'm angry again but it doesn't feel right. the silence in the room is heavy

splitting the globe in half with my mind powers

i have some things I want to say that i don't because of my social awareness

thinking about ordering a pizza and shooting a guy for no reason also

mom took one hit of my joint and started saying "weed is so goated with the sauce" under her breath over and over while she stared at the roku screensaver for an hour

ha ha you know me (pained smile) you just gotta keep on trucking (i am now straining against the smile)

im not bipolar my mood just does that

trying so hard to be a person but mostly landing somewhere near "sentient ooze"