It hurts my engagement with the platform when I have to wade through a bunch of stuff I don't want to see in order to get to what I do want to see. Nobody is entitled to have their post seen by, well, anybody, but certainly not by people who don't want to see it.

And then, presumably, the person will take this in, touched by my macabre tale of true love, and say, "Oh, I figured you were a doctor who or something."

The townspeople came with their shovels and barrows, a little drunk, murmuring somber jokes to ward off the night. In time, they found me there in my resting place. Long gone, unrecognizable. Unremarkable, but for your scarf draped about my dusty shoulders.
💀/6

When you arrived, there was no estate at all, just a forgotten foundation in a meadow, and a single grave with a date from the war, casting long shadows in our moonlight.
5/💔

You told your friends of our remarkable encounter, how we vowed to ride again when next you called upon me at my estate. How we sealed the pact with a kiss.
4/🐴

I was chilly and you gave me your scarf. We rode together in the silvery moonlight, daring the dawn to catch up with us. Until, eventually, it did. The indigo of the eastern sky grew paler, and I took my reluctant leave.
3/🌙

We met at the crossroads and fell instantly, madly, wildly in love. Your eyes sparkled in the light from my lantern, and I told you right away how beautiful you were. We talked for hours, every new topic feeling like we had always discussed it, and like we always would.
2/♥️

Can anyone point me to the empirics on this? I want to read something that tells me empirically that my gut feeling is right.

Seriously, what is happening with this guy?

I was about 20. Totally bored with radio hard rock and started in on electronic, found myself in Autechre land, and pushed from there to harsher noise, and wrapped back around into black and drone and death metal.

I was in Vegas for a conference and ran into Kato Kaelin in the back corner of a casino floor, holding court with a handful of lackeys who were hanging on his every word.

I checked this out based on your recommendation and the killer artwork. I love it. Thank Good Guy Lyft Driver if you ever see him again.

Your recommendations are always great. This rules.

Great news:

Ok, now we're back from sad to fully hilarious.

These have been some of my favorite lawnmower books. Like a lawnmower beer, crisp and satisfying, except I actually do listen to these while mowing the lawn.

Cosmic death metal band Blood Incantation used a version of this for their Interdimensional Extinction EP. The rest of their albums have equally classic scifi covers.

And the music rips, if that's your jam.

See also their fantasies of disenfranchising childless cat ladies, etc., etc.