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Left my phone in the refrigerator again so when you see this I’m trying to figure out who or what sent this post

If I was a cell phone I'd ping so fucking hard. Like desperately, you wouldn't be able to stop me from pinging.

People don't seem to want to be around me too much and I am starting to suspect that it is because I have been rolling around in carrion.

I’d be mega pissed to be appointed a treasurer of anything. What do you mean we are not going on hunts for buried treasure? We have to count & funnel money? Get me the fuck outta here rn.

*Me doing math* Wait how many oh’s are in a million again?

If you’re in the mood for a change you should just put on a fuzzy green oversized angora sweater, a black flipped out bouffant wig w a blunt bang like Cher’s in Mermaids, & light up a 100 in the kitchen while waiting for your pasta to boil…instead of anything you’ll regret.

the devil never laughs harder than when he's hanging up new live laugh love signs around hell

[100th SNL Anniversary] RACHEL DRATCH: once again, please enjoy this performance by more robots of some stupid “your machine will never work” mortals

When strange times step in and disrupt your routine, get stranger, get timier. Is that a do I know you in my pocket watch or am I just doing the same thing I often always am. Three piece weighted down kangaroo train station dream business.

thinking about john brown today we need a few million john browns today

“This isn’t my era” I say—sharpening my quill.

Had on a Marley shirt & the young phlebotomist started saying he was prob murdered by the government who injected him w cancer. At first I was like we can talk, then I was like, “Pause. This is a really fucked up thing to say to someone before sticking them w a needle”

I could never be a navy seal cause if I’m not wrapping my hair around my index finger to vertically rub the silky part w my thumb or picking at my cuticles I will fuckin die.

Formalize normalizing things. Fanciest of modest movements, be not a blushing in how your podiatrist's affections behaved under the table for all who stretch dream of what they might do with an elongating dinner companion on leave from a super power fetish cartoon called Plastic Man

Cashier: have a good day. Me: I love you too.

and that’s how you know she really loves you

instru probably the best kind of mental to be

If I programmed the matrix, every Feb 29th I'd swap the audio for ducks quacking with dogs barking.

Gonna add “standup comedian” to my profile so people will stop expecting me to be funny

the membrane between intermental resonance is the thinnest it has ever been I can press and stretch it transparently thin to bring clarity to your face through the murk of time I can just make out your slow motion smile

"Can you spare a square?" "We're both sharing the same toilet paper dispenser."

YOU GUYS WANNA MAKE SOME CONTENT WITH ME? *shakes some dead flakes from scalp into box*

Imagine hating me and I'm just...yeah that checks out actually

turning on sun lamps when it rains and rain sounds when its sunny playing bird songs in winter and white noise in summer

*Steps out of the loneliest phone box in the world, beside a dusty road crossing a windswept desert plain* "Lock Wilford knows dildos better than any Lock alive, dead, or trapped in the place between." *Goes to step back inside only to find someone somehow using it to call a relative in NJ.*

Classic mustache and an imminent heart explosion TV detective, your coffee mug of scotch world is ready

St. Francis of Assisi really dropped the mic w his Prayer For Peace. He shoulda won a Grammy. That’s how you know they are rigged by the Illuminati

welcome to my vineyard I say while crushing a handful of grapes into a pint glass of vodka

"...fuckers haven't said one thing about my shiny new hat."

Whoever’s decorating gynocologist offices have 0 common sense. There should be colorful Georgia O'Keeffe labias everywhere.

Whenever my dog looks sleepy I sing him that 1930s lullaby “Little Man You’ve Had A Busy Day” by Elsie Carlisle. Then he gives in & rests his head on me like he totally agrees & this is why we have dogs.

Sorry I opened my mouth to say something encouraging and the sound that came out was like a serpentine belt snapping. I'll get that looked at right away

Every "where are they all going at once" flock of birds knows something that you don't. How to fly? Lol nope. The myth of how their beak tradition folktales spread by passing down Microsoft Formation

Uncontrollable thirst for violence Thursday's

I thought they were mosquito bites but some of them have developed their own heartbeats.

around this time every night the old rocking chair in the basement starts rocking by itself I am irresistibly drawn to it as soon as I sit down in it I am overcome with a heavy dreamless sleep and the next morning another person from town has gone missing

I'm not saying I don't trust you, I'm just saying if you were a one way street I would still look both ways before crossing you

Officer, I was just rear-ended by a car with the license plate number TI 3VOM.

hey enjoy a good cry with one of my favorite artists and humans @alabasterdeplume.bsky.social youtu.be/I_TCxYHGRwM?...

starting to feel the work environment at Lumon is a bit toxic

Every time I see or hear about the Great Reset I imagine a giant NES with a jumbotron sized reset button

Taught the nerve-wracking contest how to speak and it lost a spelling bee on the word sentient, couldn't even use its edge to win a scratch off

end a life of pushing & pulling on what won't move you fly wide open into the inertia of flailing outside you're not in now don't feel inside at all reach to float your skin in a sac torn open fall into stranger arms wrap yourself racked in cold air born to breathe but first you'll howl all the pain

What a lovely day to be out for a drive on this winding country road. Why don't my brakes ever work when I need them to? Look! There's one of those mailboxes that looks like a little barn!

"Cleanliness is next to godliness!," I exclaim to no one but myself, because the bodies that lie surrounded by empty paper towel tubes, toilet paper rolls, and the trash bags they did not replace, are not cleaning up this mess or listening. Just like when they were alive

you say hang in there as i walk a mental tight rope slip slit by wire in the crease of mind's knees dangling words upside down growing used to the burn switching arms of plans gone numb to pass the mic to a viewer suggestion like "keep on keeping on" i'd never thought of that what is this i'm doing

If you don't wake up and just lie in bed screaming at your own feet until blood comes out of your mouth and days have passed you by and someone has filed a missing person report, you aren't paying attention.

There’s really no punk rock way to let people know that your legs are sore from simply continuing to be alive.

[Employees, Locals Forced to Flee as Blood Continues to Pour From 4-Door Sedan in Trader Joe’s Parking Lot]