Live by the sword, laugh by the sword, love by the sword

Catching my reflection and thinking “I could probably do a really good Harry DuBois cosplay” is the surest sign I’ve ever had that I need to work out more.

I have to apologize to my dad. My dad had 6 kids and more than a few pets, and one time I mocked him for going through three sisters names and then a cats name before he got to mine. I now have one child and one cat and I constantly mix them up. Sorry dad, I’ll respond to Vicious from now on.

You know things are bad when you’re anxious that the federal government has your social security number.

You’re all about to be gaslit about that Nazi salute and I’m begging you to spend no time on it. You know what you saw.

Listen, there’s a million reasons to enjoy eve 6’s social media presence, but the fact I found Ted Leo on here through them bumps em up another million.

I’m the lump in the middle.

This is just to say

I have beaten
the Paul
He’s in
The icebox

And which
You were probably
Hoping
Would die

Praise me
He is expired
It’s sweet
He’s cold

Netflix is buffering so much, I can only assume it’s because Tyson punched Paul so hard the force caused a small EMP

I’m worried that I might try and invest too much of myself in a new site (again), but anything that screws over the Letter That Shall Not Be Twitter is a-ok to invest in.

I have become death, becomer of death.

Considering how much I love the smell of Dr. Bronner’s almond soap, I’m not sure I could resist taking a cyanide pill.

I’m going to be in a position where some CIA operative has just cracked their tooth open and I’m just standing above their gurgling body and going “MMMMM!”

To the tune of “Clang Clang Clang Went The Trolley”:

🎵🎵🎵ahh skeet skeet motherfucker🎵🎵🎵

Since it’s a new social site and you’re here looking at this (presumably), here’s a few posts of what to expect.