Giuseppe
@saintgiuseppe.bsky.social
I'm just a greaseball, constantly wondering where I'm gonna find my next cannoli
Just when I think America is lost, its common people remind me it's not. Today, I ran out of gas driving to lunch. I started pushing my car by myself until two boys and their dad took a full 45 minutes out of their day to help push with me. I don't know about you, but that's what America is about.
December 13, 2024 at 2:31 AM
Just when I think America is lost, its common people remind me it's not. Today, I ran out of gas driving to lunch. I started pushing my car by myself until two boys and their dad took a full 45 minutes out of their day to help push with me. I don't know about you, but that's what America is about.
I was reminded how much I love #stephenking with the way he ends chapter 4 of Salem's Lot:
"The telephone wires make an odd humming on clear, cool days, almost as if vibrating with the gossip that is transmitted through them... - the lonely sound of voices flying over space."
"The telephone wires make an odd humming on clear, cool days, almost as if vibrating with the gossip that is transmitted through them... - the lonely sound of voices flying over space."
December 9, 2024 at 5:00 PM
I was reminded how much I love #stephenking with the way he ends chapter 4 of Salem's Lot:
"The telephone wires make an odd humming on clear, cool days, almost as if vibrating with the gossip that is transmitted through them... - the lonely sound of voices flying over space."
"The telephone wires make an odd humming on clear, cool days, almost as if vibrating with the gossip that is transmitted through them... - the lonely sound of voices flying over space."
Vulnerability moment: I love everything about being Italian, as long as I don't look in the mirror. Body dysmorphia is a real thing, folks.
December 6, 2024 at 3:49 PM
Vulnerability moment: I love everything about being Italian, as long as I don't look in the mirror. Body dysmorphia is a real thing, folks.
These last call lights, they’re shining soft and low
Casting halos on faces we thought we’d always know
The neon flickers, and someone sings out of tune
But it’s perfect in the glow of this makeshift moon
We’re not running, we’re not chasing the dawn
We’re just holding on till the moment’s gone
Casting halos on faces we thought we’d always know
The neon flickers, and someone sings out of tune
But it’s perfect in the glow of this makeshift moon
We’re not running, we’re not chasing the dawn
We’re just holding on till the moment’s gone
November 27, 2024 at 11:00 PM
These last call lights, they’re shining soft and low
Casting halos on faces we thought we’d always know
The neon flickers, and someone sings out of tune
But it’s perfect in the glow of this makeshift moon
We’re not running, we’re not chasing the dawn
We’re just holding on till the moment’s gone
Casting halos on faces we thought we’d always know
The neon flickers, and someone sings out of tune
But it’s perfect in the glow of this makeshift moon
We’re not running, we’re not chasing the dawn
We’re just holding on till the moment’s gone
If this old guitar could sing
I wouldn't have to speak
My fingers walk every string
Like cats on my street
You've always been there
Throughout the years
But it just isn't fair
When I'm shedding tears
I wouldn't have to speak
My fingers walk every string
Like cats on my street
You've always been there
Throughout the years
But it just isn't fair
When I'm shedding tears
November 27, 2024 at 6:53 AM
If this old guitar could sing
I wouldn't have to speak
My fingers walk every string
Like cats on my street
You've always been there
Throughout the years
But it just isn't fair
When I'm shedding tears
I wouldn't have to speak
My fingers walk every string
Like cats on my street
You've always been there
Throughout the years
But it just isn't fair
When I'm shedding tears
Humble brag: I get to talk about Ancient Aliens, Ghost Adventures, and Finding Bigfoot with my grandma at Thanksgiving.
November 25, 2024 at 12:34 AM
Humble brag: I get to talk about Ancient Aliens, Ghost Adventures, and Finding Bigfoot with my grandma at Thanksgiving.
Creativity, for me, turns on like a 10,000 lumen spotlight or like frequent firefly flickers.
November 24, 2024 at 10:22 PM
Creativity, for me, turns on like a 10,000 lumen spotlight or like frequent firefly flickers.
Lyrics are freakin' dumb until there's music behind them. #songwriting
November 24, 2024 at 7:25 PM
Lyrics are freakin' dumb until there's music behind them. #songwriting
"I'm no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer is beneath this dirty hood.
With a chance to make it good somehow.
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair." - Bruce "The Boss" Springsteen
All the redemption I can offer is beneath this dirty hood.
With a chance to make it good somehow.
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair." - Bruce "The Boss" Springsteen
November 23, 2024 at 6:45 PM
"I'm no hero, that's understood
All the redemption I can offer is beneath this dirty hood.
With a chance to make it good somehow.
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair." - Bruce "The Boss" Springsteen
All the redemption I can offer is beneath this dirty hood.
With a chance to make it good somehow.
Hey, what else can we do now?
Except roll down the window
And let the wind blow back your hair." - Bruce "The Boss" Springsteen
Elon Musk looks like he has had a face transplant #elongatedmuskrat
November 22, 2024 at 10:16 PM
Elon Musk looks like he has had a face transplant #elongatedmuskrat
Looking for recommendations for a razor that doesn't cause bumps. Or, a medical professional who can do a bomb ass job with a full epidermis transplant. Unrelated, looking for someone with amazing skin who is also an organ donor. #shavinggrace
November 21, 2024 at 3:08 AM
Looking for recommendations for a razor that doesn't cause bumps. Or, a medical professional who can do a bomb ass job with a full epidermis transplant. Unrelated, looking for someone with amazing skin who is also an organ donor. #shavinggrace
All I'm asking for is an Italian bakery, that's a 2 minute walk away, that's open 24/7, and serves fresh cannoli and pizza by the slice. But, no. For some reason, we have to put a Quick Quack and orthodontist on every corner. #herrimanutah
November 20, 2024 at 10:54 PM
All I'm asking for is an Italian bakery, that's a 2 minute walk away, that's open 24/7, and serves fresh cannoli and pizza by the slice. But, no. For some reason, we have to put a Quick Quack and orthodontist on every corner. #herrimanutah
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every burger joint menu looks like
THE CLASSIC
-Just like momma used to make. Tomato lettuce and onion with cheese of your choice.
THE BIG WET DADDY BURGER
-This nasty half-pound motherfucker comes smothered with sautéed mushrooms and onions, candied bacon, garlic aioli and a 4-cheese blend.
THE CLASSIC
-Just like momma used to make. Tomato lettuce and onion with cheese of your choice.
THE BIG WET DADDY BURGER
-This nasty half-pound motherfucker comes smothered with sautéed mushrooms and onions, candied bacon, garlic aioli and a 4-cheese blend.
November 18, 2024 at 7:01 PM
every burger joint menu looks like
THE CLASSIC
-Just like momma used to make. Tomato lettuce and onion with cheese of your choice.
THE BIG WET DADDY BURGER
-This nasty half-pound motherfucker comes smothered with sautéed mushrooms and onions, candied bacon, garlic aioli and a 4-cheese blend.
THE CLASSIC
-Just like momma used to make. Tomato lettuce and onion with cheese of your choice.
THE BIG WET DADDY BURGER
-This nasty half-pound motherfucker comes smothered with sautéed mushrooms and onions, candied bacon, garlic aioli and a 4-cheese blend.
The last supper...except it's not the last, and no one is betraying anyone. Oh, and it's a Tuesday trivia night. 🍷🥖🙏 #breakingbreadandbrains
November 20, 2024 at 6:10 AM
The last supper...except it's not the last, and no one is betraying anyone. Oh, and it's a Tuesday trivia night. 🍷🥖🙏 #breakingbreadandbrains
I love my #massholes
Oh.
It wasn’t Make America Great.
It was Make America Oklahoma.
It wasn’t Make America Great.
It was Make America Oklahoma.
November 19, 2024 at 6:32 AM
I love my #massholes
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For years, I've subscribed to wabi-sabi, a Japanese worldview centered on the beauty of imperfection. Your favorite, worn blue jeans are wabi-sabi, for example. There's so much to love in life that has served its purpose so well that it is imperfect.
November 19, 2024 at 1:36 AM
For years, I've subscribed to wabi-sabi, a Japanese worldview centered on the beauty of imperfection. Your favorite, worn blue jeans are wabi-sabi, for example. There's so much to love in life that has served its purpose so well that it is imperfect.
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Even in my most depressed state, when everything is gray, when it takes all my strength to open my eyes, I still find myself laughing at and cracking jokes. It's probably the most guileful thing about me.
November 18, 2024 at 3:45 AM
Even in my most depressed state, when everything is gray, when it takes all my strength to open my eyes, I still find myself laughing at and cracking jokes. It's probably the most guileful thing about me.
Sometimes, watching someone smile is painful. When their lips stretch thin, words pry out of their mouth. And they don't realize. With crow's feet, the words walk to me and look me in the eye. I only hope that when I smile, my words stay locked up and not hurt anyone else but me.
November 17, 2024 at 6:41 AM
Sometimes, watching someone smile is painful. When their lips stretch thin, words pry out of their mouth. And they don't realize. With crow's feet, the words walk to me and look me in the eye. I only hope that when I smile, my words stay locked up and not hurt anyone else but me.
There's a lot of beauty in my life that I owe to coffee. It connects me with friends every Sunday morning at the cafe, helps me meditate before work, welcomes visitors into my home, and forces me to take a shit every day.
November 17, 2024 at 12:34 AM
There's a lot of beauty in my life that I owe to coffee. It connects me with friends every Sunday morning at the cafe, helps me meditate before work, welcomes visitors into my home, and forces me to take a shit every day.