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I wish to wield a sword and become proficient in the lost art of dueling and death. Open carry claymore. Although I feel a deeper affinity towards the scimitar. The curved blade seems to echo the twisted shape of my soul.

Ding dong ditch with Chipotle

The joy I am feeling right now can neither be quantified nor contained.

Vance was such an atrocious choice.

No. Absolutely not. Uncircumcised Chewbacca cheese.

I am 100% voting Trump over Harris. That was the choice presented me and a decision must be made. Calling my intellect into question is a classic tactic and entirely impotent. Enjoy your boggled mind.

Exactly. And I'm not interested in debating. You're not changing my mind and I'm not changing yours, so let's not waste time. Go have a whack and a weep and enjoy your life.

Here habibis, take your timeline cleanser (and your vitamins) 💋

I'm ready for the aliens to finally make contact. Or zombies to start eating people. Something because I'm bored as shit with this. Politics. Same drama recycled on here day after day. Lame

Some of ya'll should probably go to church this morning. A little dogmatic face slappin may do you good.

I did my time. I served in the cult of conservatism. Bathed in the blood of the lamb. Consumed his flesh. Drowned my 'demons' in the baptismal pool. Thrice. It didn't stick. All their efforts to tame my wickedness and break my wild, defiant spirit. I never feared the flame. I

A fantastic visual demonstrating the importance of curating your circle. My father always said, "Show me your friends and I will show you your future". Be careful who you allow close. Decay is metastatic. Disease of the mind and soul is communicable. It spreads. Be wary. Be wise.

Grillmommy

Dull eyed and flaccid tailed. We may rise, but we do not shine. We do not shine. I smell a 4 cup day...

I am haunted by an intrusive mental desire to staple my eyelids to my brows. I may actually need to cash in one of those naps I refused to take as a toddler. What an idiot I was. Free juice and snacks. A mid-day siesta. Montessori was lit and I took it for granted.

Two more weeks until I'm back staring at screens and posting about obscure biotech no one gives a fuck about.

They took my peanut butter

That third day of vacation when you're sunburnt and dehydrated, starfished on the hotel bed watching Big Bang on repeat because you're too lazy to turn the channel. Banana Boat and tequila seeping from your pores. Life is good.

If you leave your curtains open at a resort, those windows become a picture frame. You are art and I am viewing.

She is unplugged, unbothered, and utterly blissful. And she, the aforementioned Sarah Katilyn, does not wish to contribute to, nor comment on, the unmitigated fuckery that is American politics. The affairs of state do not reflect my current state of affairs. Ex oh ex oh 💋