Mr. Esteban or Dr. Millhausen
millomonn.bsky.social
Mr. Esteban or Dr. Millhausen
@millomonn.bsky.social
The neuroses managed to break through the defensive mechanisms in wide formation but I think adding another supplement is going to make everything all right.
April 7, 2025 at 6:26 AM
If you check yourself out in a mirror, just know that god's rotting eyes are staring back at you
March 8, 2025 at 9:32 AM
"My last meal would be ass from a bussin huzz with a side of poggers and put the curly-hair JD Vance staring-in-my-soul meme on it thank you"
"Sir, we're just gonna explode the room you're in right now"
March 5, 2025 at 2:50 PM
Me, wearing a large and true hat, at the end of a 7 hour youtube essay: "In many ways, hats represent the fundamental and all too human desire to put something on our head."
March 2, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Cooking my brain-soups like I'm an Indian street-food cook, using my foot to stir-fry my spinal fluid with Pepsi and going feast-mode on my gyri with a cleaver while looking increasingly gay without ever touching a single penis.
February 27, 2025 at 8:28 AM
I (self) want (delusional, reflexive behavior assuming that emotional regulation is extracted from internal constructs like the future, external reality or socialized prescriptions, masking repetition compulsion, originating in early attachment trauma) to piss myself (the Dialectical Self).
February 25, 2025 at 7:40 AM
19th century doctor: Viruses? Please. A man cannot be this small!
21th century doctor: Viruses? Sure, I mean, I just wasn't expecting them to be this small and Chinese
February 25, 2025 at 5:44 AM
It's so much fun to walk through this life not realizing that some disgusting Japanese fat-fuck cum-shitting neurosis is just farting in my face 24/7.
February 22, 2025 at 3:45 PM
Tried to protest against the air raids on Gaza by busting a cheeky nut out of my apartment window and accidentally hit the Palestinian immigrant, who's seen man-made-horrors beyond comprehension for 2 years, straight in the face, so I guess I'm the big bad guy again.
February 21, 2025 at 5:46 AM
Freud-blasting and fuck-crumping every well-formed and reality-tested concept in my head with my psychic death-star laser until my slimed goblin body explodes ass-backwards out of my mom's basement like I'm Neo from the Matrix.
February 20, 2025 at 5:08 AM
Woke up with a smile on my face, a song on my tongue, love in my heart and some chloroform on my penis, ready to show these "animals" at the local "zoo" who's fucked up
February 19, 2025 at 4:45 AM
There might be some balm in Gilead but there's no slime on his flagpole and that's what's bothering me, detective. Someone... or something doesn't want us to get to the bottom of this
February 18, 2025 at 2:55 PM
Playing some Cumspoken on stream right now, thank you EA gaming company for giving me access to this absolute dogshit ,I love it
February 18, 2025 at 2:48 PM
I'm viscerally repulsed when making eye contact with a machine and it's morbid imitation of another man. How could a list of ones and zeros ever dare to laugh, live and love. No... they want something from us, or maybe they've already taken it and the empty throne in our soul just didn't notice
February 18, 2025 at 8:27 AM
The duolingo owl crawling up my ass and expanding until I look like a Buddhist deity would've helped me improve my Chinese more than actually learning it on duolingo. Also, that's how it died btw
February 17, 2025 at 11:52 AM
- You get one free phone call
- Molto bene!
- But you have to use this pizza themed rotary phone
- Molto male!
- You can only call the carabinieri
- Molto bene!
- But you have to tell them you're molto bene...
- Molto male!
- ...while doing an Italian accent.
- ...
- That's molto bene.
- Mama mia!
February 14, 2025 at 5:28 AM
Just passed the graveyard and some dude with pitch black eyes was ominously pointing at a grave stone that had my name, profile picture and "13. February 2007 - ????" on it. Is this real what the fuck?!?
February 13, 2025 at 9:37 AM
Trauma release exercise made me bust so hard it sent my rope into stable orbit where it strangulated Neil deGrasse Tyson on his space machine take that you fat nerd
February 12, 2025 at 6:33 PM
If the Italian mafia captures me and gives me one phone call, I would call the police just to let them know I'm safe and unharmed...

...I would also da a cartoonish Italian accent, immediately reversing my already precarious situation.
February 12, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Writing, journaling and documenting are all signs of severe mental illness and distress, which paints the Dark Ages in a hilariously different light.
February 12, 2025 at 8:28 AM
Three consecutive websites just "asked me" (absurd) to accept cookies so we're indiscriminately fire-bombing silicon valley until I'm no longer doing the Judge Dredd face
February 10, 2025 at 3:26 PM
"Ah yes, questions. That man there, that man in the front, the man, that... yes, that...the man with the hat, yes please. I'm not gonna answer your question. Next question please. No more stupid questions, thank you"
February 9, 2025 at 8:03 AM
My Romanian full-time nurse just pulled a joker card out of ass, gasped in Romanian and told me it means rich fortune await me in next life, which was also in Romanian and thus extremely confusing.
February 8, 2025 at 11:41 AM
My lawyers have informed me that Kanye has started Hitler-posting the very second one of my *I cough and blood spurts out of both my ears like a fire hydrant* interns started Hitler-posting on this very account.
February 8, 2025 at 8:58 AM
"Dearest Papaaa, this Bop-it bullshit hath tragically reduced my most beautiful telomeres most drastically. Why must my small gay body suffer so much when I could dance amongst the willows like Gretel, ooouhh if she were still amongst us" *coughs and dies*
February 8, 2025 at 8:52 AM