its easy to forget sometimes just how much this place is twitter 2.

gentle reminder that good things happening is NEVER OKAY!!!

my writing folder has finally hit a megabyte. is thats good?

im ingesting toxin's into my body as praxis of self's care's.

i think its great that some utter asshole is having an intermittent gas leak in my building for more than a year now. its awesome that i am privileged to share the air with such choice fuckos.

one must gird themself's lest upstream service become as unto, unreachable

i shall gladly choose from an assortment of pastel colour's, for to brighten up my kitchen no less!

you can use chemical's for cleaning, among various of other purpose's of course.

every chromium fork i use ends up dying.

it is well known that i am only spraying various of chemical's contingent on whether space is well ventilated or not.

im upsetting the status quo, simply through act of posting

drinking a pro biotic's as a part of a healthy nutritious food stack and health stack, to improve my shit stack downstream 😊

ok ill bite: whats "support structure's"??

its truly authoritarianisms to be autocrat

things are so bad these of days, that you cant even squelch a hole into the ground and claim all the ensuing riches for yourself, thats how bad thing's are in these of days.

the bigoted whatsapp image forward will replace the incumbent series of slurs against various communities as the chief minister of bihar

im not afforded creature's comfort's, thusly proving that im not creature.

i'm sorry

doomed to be fixing #toilet. one of the hinges on the toilet seat broke. looking among my various collections of nuts and washers to see if anything might fix it. 🤔

forgot about the "sensible adults" stumbling over each other to produce the most righteous anger tinged "reasonable takes". all the country watchers, tenured war studies professors & think tank fucks have been here so long that the claim that this place is different than twitter is laughable at best

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shimmed a door straight using cardboard today so i think i am become professional due to this.

im eliciting strong emotions, and before you ask, im haver to strong emotional core too.

"I urge you not to let chains silence you, nor borders restrain you. Be bridges toward the liberation of the land and its people, until the sun of dignity and freedom rises over our stolen homeland." open.substack.com/pub/jairofun...

im on cutting edge of language, which is fake by the way 😏

spent the last few days and late last night meticulously creating a few poems tailored to a themed open call but they shut their poetry submissions (specifically) before the deadline. dont know how to repurpose them but for now im content with feeling like a rube.

of course im finding avenues that apppreciate my style and values. of course im doing this somehow.

im grabbing best of deal, as possible under currently pervasive circumstances

they shhould invent a huge block of microplastic's as animal feed #EcoFriendly

of course im writing on razor thin edge of liminal space's

building strategic dopamine reserves for when the dopamine austerity's hit.

i hate that they call short book of poems "chapbook" because it invariably reminds me of chap hop

i think its justifiable that i fixate upon cleaning products and cleaning tech from time to time.

im raising my hackles, and of course, i am sinking my hackles as well.

saw a job listing which had having a discord account as a prerequisite. i think i shall simply perish.

i would be honoured to be on longlist.... unless im also on shortlist

im subverting conventional understanding's over here

longing for thermal camera is normal

im original voice, i affirm in vain

gonna be honest: i dont understand many of the poems published in contemporary journals. i dont want to be dismissive of them so trying to immerse myself in more of that type of poetry.

im prompting engagement; simply by posting

silicon carbide??? im yet trying to contend with tungsten carbide!!!! i reckon this yet again calls for trusty old refrain of "OK Boomer" methinks.

omg help! my fascists are sooo unqualified!!!

basically if AI actually existed as it does in the popular imagination, all i would ask of it is Toilet Facts

another question i wish i could ask all knowing entity's: is grouting generally sealed with a sealant in this nation of ours?.... tis great mystery of universe.

keep honking; im wiping down hard surfaces; taking into account suitable dwell time.

rip colbert; died in a freak misdirected self-evisceration accident

im volunteering to watch superhero movie; its act of immense bravery; not unlike beign superhero i posit.

im ✨manifesting✨cleaning the back of my refrigerator. its easy and convenient to hold a task in the augury of manifestation so as to make it real somehow.