“there’s a hole in my face that can only be filled by you” *flirts with doughnut*

anagrammatically, this is shit

i can skeet clearly now, the brain is gone

*takes it hip to hip and rockets through the wilderness*

alt text is pronounced “al-truist”

banana pb&j or avocado cheezmelt?

*procrastinates on bsky* (probably)

delskeetion is now a word

Define wound.

güey is pronounced “goo-ey”

“tomorrow may rain” *follows sun*

i squibbled on your squabble please respond

what would u do if i sang outta tune?

“sometimes i feel like a nut” *sings w almond joy in mouth*

my internal locus is out of control

feschievous is now a word

*seasons skeet with a grain of salt*

*brings back that lovin’ feelin’*

refreshest is now a word

parking on the dance floor just to feel something

your skeets are radiating but at a galactic cosmic rays vibe level and i need you at solar energetic particles

when is the time?

*believes we are magic*

*takes you to the place you love*

*paints a portrait of you in my head*

*chugs coffee*

panache is pronounced “pan-cake”

*replies to your reply to their reply*

“gobble gobble” *wobbles away*

who out there shakin’ their rump?

my skeets have the effervescence of graffitied walls in public loos

feels: “change” shannon hoon/blind melon

Root beer or cream soda?

if you slap me on the ass, you better call me susan

looking back now I can see me

Epistemologically, makeup is solipsistic.

if you’re lost you can look but you won’t find me (probably)

*turns wine into water* -my sacrificial liver

*gives you something to believe in*

*cuts my hair* (almost)

I’m a freak flag flyer.

On Bsky, we are soulmoots.

Who/what helps your happy?

*smashes pumpkins*