most magical week of the quadrennial cycle, where fantasies of powerlessness and fantasies of power converge at last, a single, thwarted desire to rip oneself out of history and bind oneself to whatever else might be out there. a voice cries out: that’s what you missed, on glee

One time I was hanging out with a bunch of fellow reprobates around midnight, and an ex-military tough guy yelled out “I WANNA FUCK A BRICK WALL.” still trying to decipher that desire, but at the time I was right there with him

baby woke up and wanted to know what is for dinner tonight

well fuck you to all that

i’m off, friends. can’t do this any more. i’ll leave the account up because I think it has some useful searchable resources. i’m on stag/ram, and i have a dumb blue check there, too. i might join their stupid twitter knock-off, idk this is my last tweet. will have been, &c.