That letter to Larry Nassar is *something*.

Sartre’s basilisks.

(Divine Brine, Forest Hills Tevet 1 5786 949am)

These, but in the form of osetra.

I have been wanting to use my spherefication kit for five years. Olive caviar.

Chaat-gpt.

So machen wir Piefkes das im Hunsrück nicht. Ach.

I use a nut milk bag to squeeze the water out of my shredded potato (2mm, I use a cuisanart disc) and go back and forth about the egg and the onion. Air-frying hasn’t worked yet, but I am considering doing a quick blanch in boiling water tomorrow night before I deep fry the nests.

Revenge for the Demolition of Trump Plaza in 2021.

Was Twitcher documentation or ephemera? I like to think my interactions with it (even the whimsical solipsisms I indulged) were worthy of record personally and historically.

Remember the way Alan Lothian described the time life offices?

Time to delete!

Bigger balls are crème de luxe (Facebook ad screenshotted from last May)

These people don’t want to chat with you. They want to either kill you or control your every decision until you stop being useful to profit at which point see number one.

Better yet, coke-snorting finance bro armed with Black-Scholes time travels to 1929 Chicago seeking alpha for Murder Inc.