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@adderallblack.bsky.social
Soon May The Weatherman Come
i dont play with words i do really fucked up experiments to them
My rhizomatous buddy is sending up some new shoots across the street
Itβs 0Β° outside according to a new scale I made up that uses today as a baseline
spraying wd-40 down my dickhole and so my piss comes out in one big drop
invented a new tempo called βgofastloβ
scurrying into the weekend like β¦αβΜ€αα· β¦αβΜ€αα· β¦αβΜ€αα·
[On my phone, around friends] "Yeah, like I said, a Homunculus ate the Excel files, boss. It happened so fast. β¦ Nope, didn't know they could do that either." ::jerking off gesture, pals laugh, homunculus burps::
beans, beans, the dinner is hot the more you eat, the less you've got
all the homies are emitting a pale glow from their eyes and mouths π― we can hear the wind though we are deep within the Citadel
Having "The Talk" with my friend group where I tell them that my following on bluesky is 75% furries and I refer to them as "The Hivemind" and I consult The Hivemind when making decisions regarding the future of the friend group
I suppose we all have our βDaily Beastβ
(to my brutal captors) hey do you guys wanna start a band
βYouβre in your own Worldβ yes thank u thereβs a lotta shit I wanna forget about & I can do that here
*listening to Soundgarden, my blinker on for the last 10 miles*
Nothing quite like a punchline to end a great joke
Just found out the βWitching Hourβ is 12AM not 12PM. I have ruined this luncheon before it could even begin.
The various berries and grains of this world will fuel me on my vengeful quest
Back then if you felt melancholic you wouldnβt sadpost about it on your priv. You would get pissed off because no word has been invented to express that feeling yet and smash another cavemanβs head with a rock
anton chigurh: heads or tails. you must chose. me: is that a Prince Valiant cut? anton: yeah it used to have more volume me: you want to use something light on it, no silicone-heavy washes and of course... both of us (laughing): blow dry from the roots! me: alright heads anton: it's tails
As the premier connoisseur and collector and purveyor of late-Aughts outlet store jewelry,
Wistful guy playing a melancholic melody on the piano but when the dead wife flashback abruptly ends he hits a jolly C Major instead of slamming his palm on the keys
Posting is a lot like playing jazz in that I'm also not good at playing jazz
"Demonstrably" is objectively the scariest word bc it essentially has "demon" and "monster" in it - just bad vibes all around