RIP Bill Atkinson you drew perfectly rounded corners of pixels in the stack of my days, & i’ll always be grateful. www.wired.com/story/bill-a...

tryna try

Cerberus, when three heads are better than one.

Pining for the 1920s somewhy

“Jesus MacFuck” appears to be my new diffuse-exasperation swear

it’s hard to have just one spaghetto

Kintsugi, but instead of gold and pottery it’s cum and a broken heart

that quantum entanglement when the bus arrives at the current location of space and in the present timeline

Jeffrey Dahmer's Meal Choices Strain Bounds of Propriety

Hotel California is a song about what it’s like to be forced to listen to the song Hotel California

does anybody here know how to focus? seems like a myth to me

i made a new starter pack!!! do you guys wanna come over and roast marshmallows? i think someone will need to bring graham crackers but we should be good for chocolate. 💖 go.bsky.app/2ujMRuF

the new whatever

pack of gum but one of the sticks kills you instantly

heading to the dump later. might try to recruit an executor for my literary estate.

coffee so dark I need spelunking gear

live long enough & almost every date can mean something.

new ideas > ancient regrets

it's called "craquelure" on inorganic oil paintings, and "rimosity" with areolae upon the living canvases of the rainforest biocathedrals

It would be cool to not have a conscience for like 48 hours, to feel what that is like

Tainted love is my fav song about teabagging gone wrong

i like my transparency like i like my blatancy, predictable and in plain sight staring me obviously in the face

the hills are alive with the sound of ʜᴀᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴀʟ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙᴏᴅɪʟᴇss ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇs

Why sure, just be yourself. That usually works, right?

anybody got a dog in this horse race?

Pronouncing patio like ratio.

i can handle raiders gunners and feral ghouls in the commonwealth wasteland but i cannot handle a ringing phone

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i just think this meat could maybe be a little redder.

maybe life is like a stack of dishes you dash against the floor: one day at a time.

Ground control to Major Tom Ground control to Major Tom Push some buttons now and turn the spaceship on

so you’re telling me no one ever cleans the blood off the mercy seat?

where are the flying cars? moreover, where are the rainbow peace-engine dirigibles and the vishnu vessels leaving time through the cumulonimbs of shambhala?

Watching the news on mute helps. It's make up story time for defeated adults.

Selfie

Wonderful if literal. Rolling in dough.

all i’m saying is: just because dolphins aren’t technically fish, it doesn’t automatically make them trustworthy.

come to find out…

i’m doing my signature evil condescending chuckle while reclining under the shade of my gorgeous personal gazebo

sometimes i’ll hit like before i read the skeet, because i trust you

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We are all equally worthless.