I post when I feel like it & I feel like posting right now. Right now ? yes... right now. As in this exact moment, & you will read this right now & forget about it later & come back to it later & you will read it again & think about reading it again & then there won't be anything to read anymore.

BluSky saw to it that one of my post's was to be deemed "intolerant." You might not know this BluSky, but I am a very tolerant person in real life. I am tolerant of sticks on the sidewalk, Muslim people, grapefruit, mind-numbing sounds emitted from vehicles passing me, and other assorted travesties.

I just STABBED myself with a PEN in my DICK and I DID not like IT. What a cruel world.

You know a social media site, or is this even a social media site? Is it? It feels more like an asocial artistic space, where you throw your art and let people like but not talk. Talk! Isn't that what X is for? Talk there, not here. Here's not for talk, it's for being a gay furry. Do you wanna? HATE

I was told I need to be more gay and furry openly with BluSky, so here goes nothing: DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK I LOVE BOYPUSSY DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK, WHO DOESN'T WANT TO BE A GAY FAGGOT FURRY? DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK DICK

BluSky is going to think I'm spamming, no, I just got a lot on my mind all the time. You guys ever think about the shapes of plants and tissue boxes? You think you could fit a plant in a tissue box and vice versa? I think so, I think so most likely.

I've quit my job, I've quit hope. Hope quit me too, but I quit it first y'know? That makes me better than it I think, did you guys know hope's a diarrhetic?

We're so back..