We change our clocks back this weekend. Too bad it’s not to a time where we don’t pay taxes to baby eating, war mongering pdfls.

The 1% manufacture and create 99% of the chaos and destruction we are seeing. Imagine how life would be if they just didn’t exist anymore. Stop giving your power away to them. They want you living in fear. Demoralized and hopeless. Instead be hopeful, heartened, and emboldened.

“Blessed be the weird, the outcasts, the unruly; the mad, the strangers, the wanderers without harbour. saints of loneliness and patrons of struggle, those devoured by guilt and those ravaged by longing; all hail the tired, the lost, the forgotten.” - Ransom Riggs

Your ignorance is fucking with my bliss.

How running through the White House and the halls of Congress screaming I've about had it with the forever bankers wars, staging pandemics, the ever encroaching technocratic surveillance state, building underground cities, raping and eating kids & taxing us to death found me.

Reaching that level of peace you find knowing you have survived an ungodly amount of problem reaction solutions is unprecedented.

another day of feeling slightly nauseous and weird about everything

Often caught somewhere between the art of surrender and the discipline to never give in.

Major turn off: he gets excited about receiving money back from the government who stole it from him in the first place.

Major turn on: healthy relationship with God, hates the government - both sides, lives outside matrix but knows the importance of being able to operate in it, and lets me use his bicep as a pillow every night.

Everything comes with a price. Nothing the government offers is free. Calculated moves to total control of every human are being made right now. They will offer you money they steal from you, and safety at the price of freedom to get it.

Adult life is just saying “that was big gay” until society collapses.

My soul leaving my body when everyone at the social event starts saying “we’re all in this together” again.

My soul leaving my body when everyone at the social event starts saying “two weeks to slow the spread” again.

My soul leaving my body when someone at the social event asks me if I’ve heard of the Hantavirus.

“Girls will be girls” as she quietly contemplates putting them in the wood chipper feet first.

“Girls will be girls” as she quietly fill her garden nomes with an over the counter binary mix.

“Girls will be girls” as she quietly stocks her armory.

“Girls will be girls” as she quietly fills her garden nomes with an over the binary mix.

“Girls will be girls” as she quietly fills her garden gnomes with an over the counter binary mix.