the kids need to go from URL to IRL if you ask me

the only way we can have classless society is it has to be swag society instead!

when did you last hear someone say "laughing my butt off", maybe we should repopularize that one

think i underwent some kind of spiritual healing relistening to this for the first time after a little over nine years & reliving when vektroid & her friends would do shows on Tinychat magicfades.bandcamp.com/track/ecco-vek…

january twenty-seventh: the chef i drew smiley faces on my meal tickets for for three years quit...

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"alex i genuinely appreciate your apparent willingness to, within a conversation, drop a 'cf [several paragraphs]'. i will indeed cf momentarily"

i stopped tweeting

=D

i dont tweeet

i dont tweet

holding my folding chair balaced on one leg & making it smoothly endlessly rotate in a 3d modeling program manner using the same kind of finger motions you’d use to twirl a baton. entire folding chair "stim"

i got pretty good at it it could kind of acquire its own distressing rotational momentum where i didn’t have to stabilize it as much any more but i think it put a weird strain on my forearm, my muscles felt a little weird after

thinking about the passive facial expression of mindless continuous horror that fish often appear to express because their faces aren’t designed to actually convey information so they just default to a thing that happens to look like mind-blanking horror

experienced my facial structure & expression in the mirror as distinctly "fishlike" upon waking in a way that i felt no more & no less approval of than usual

my only conveyable dream vignette i can remember from last night is i was standing at a sushi counter mentally highlighting the various pieces that "were" the various songs on a tray of sushi that "was" the gravity boys shield gang compilation album

last night i felt earnest admiration for a… sense of "conceptual singularity" about the fact that the incredibly tiny bathroom of a house venue had eleven different framed pictures of vintage looking cowboy porn on the wall

tipsily said during car ride, "i want to look into the etymology of 'real estate' now. perhaps i will. perhaps i won't. perhaps i'll repress my desire to look into the etymology & it'll remain with me as a complex for the rest of my life"

the like sheer undiluted unabated extent to which the "are we the baddies" sketch manifests in mall t-shirt kiosks

i can feel the "trying twitter again & crossposting my sufficiently short tumblr posts" thing not gratifying me... its not gratifying me... i dont tweet...farewell...