For reasons unbeknownst Im thinking about a poetry class I took in the spring many moons ago. The professor committed suicide that summer. I guess we were pretty bad.

Lowkey disappointed the first time I saw a picture of Kevin Shields he wasnt blurrier.

Schizophrenia but the voices are grounding and encouraging

Yesterday was the 38th anniversary of Guy climbing into the hoop!

Ive got a song to pick with you

I am two or three pilates studios away from qualifying for a mortgage.

More mullets at the broken social scene/metric show than expected.

Our deepest condolences to everyone in the democratic party who didnt get a chance to suck Lindsey Graham’s penis while he was alive. He would have loved that. And in his passing, the American taxpayer, languishing in austerity, is paying you to do so now, apparently.

TV show where a veteran detective and single father plays a harrowing game of cat and mouse when a suspect from a cold case re-emerges that may be connected to the murder of his wife, but he is gay.

Everything keeps getting worse. The Odyssey commemorative popcorn bucket isnt even fuckable.

Do you know why Wednesday is called Hump Day?

Sometimes a stranger’s smile is all it takes to remind you the rope you purchased is not strong enough to hold your own bodyweight.

Here is a cool poster a friend made for this month’s government-sanctioned yard time.

Mr Evrart is helping me find my gun

LP2 is underway.

I am crushed by permutations of the same infinite possibilities

I’ve been running the numbers and they’re all tired.

I need someone to summarize and explain why the videos are funny.

This month’s gov’t mandated leisure time

@shitrock.bsky.social was a bucket list experience

Thank YOU @goblinocracy.bsky.social we will continue shouting into the void until Turnstile improves www.vice.com/en/article/4...

the most effective method of disposal so it seems is to let them climb mountains and build their submarines

Hell yeah

Thank you for your patience while we search every bathroom for handgun bullets.

I dont know what the secret to happiness is, but Ive never been sad in a Mexican restaurant.

I dont have enough poetry in my diet

Been a good month for farting into the void. Next stop: Pound Town.

Sorry I missed your call. Ive been battling horrors unimaginable and learning via cryptic, posthumous clues the nuances as to how the hubris of man has allowed such incongruous folly to befall a once great civilization.

who will claim the floating man