it’s time for me to log off. no more being poisoned by grievance

check out my substack where i post poetry, religious and political musings, and fiction 💖✍🏻 here is a poem i wrote while stuck in a mall in north cali

the mall is alive and it is eating you

the fountain calls; you are thirsty.

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can he say that

audibly gasped when i came to the 3-page footnote in vol.1 of Capital

who’s up giving a Pindaric dithyramb on the Commons floor

“I’m fucking gay” is now the moderate position at this point

the phrase “manufacturing consent” hits different after the Chomsky-Epstein revelations

i haven’t even reached 30 but this is how i feel using discord

took some photos on a potatocam on the way to see pretty lights 📹🥔

genuinely curious about socialism for the old. what would a DSA chapter in The Villages look like?

multigender pitbull impersonator: “i’m Mr. Girldwide”

actually the ache of loneliness and the boring forward crawl of time might be preferable to losing an entire night to a telephone app

marx analyzed the circulation of kinks with the following formula: C → N → C

many women and gays seem to be in pain . reading too much yowie

this is still better than the substack feed i tell you hwat

logging back on with a fresh account… it’s been over a year since i tapped the butterfly… solitude drives me back into her algorithmic arms