nowadays people are like, "hey, what time is it?" and you're like, "it's march 12, 2025."

it feels right.

43 yr old molted lava anger supreme logging on.

hello, I hope on a regular basis.

[ no one around me for miles]
AND WE CAN BUILD THIS DREAM TOGETHER STANDING STRONG FOREVER NOTHING'S GONNA STOP US NOW

In the mirror

good evening. midlife hormonal anxiety has me by the throat.

excuse me, you left me on the top shelf again.

a nice clean crisp abyss

slow crawling, heart beating backwards.
eyes open and brain dead.

earth as space parasite

my dog is in heat and all she wants to do is cry and hump her bed ☹️

Do you or do you not want to stop wandering the wilderness

They sit in comfort

i’m not the unconscious projected manifestation of a hologram i used to be

Imagine of a 12 foot yard skeleton attached to a giant Ibeam roadside cross like a often see in the American south (photoshopped by the author himself)

one my favorite things to do this time of year is attach 12 foot yard skeletons to the giant roadside crosses you find down here in the south

I'm getting day drunk and spoiled today.

I blame reddit who told me to go on the web.

thanks coach!

I did, and I couldn't figure it out. I'm basically a boomer now and need tech support from someone's nephew or something.

Fresh hair

still coming to terms with fact that we have to tuck in our shirts again.

when they see something down the hallway that you don't

it hits like you should know better by now.

rip

gather your friends and get in. winter is coming.

i have a couple to give away. you still on twitter? i couldn't find you. hmu. same @.

i don't intend to be any better here than i was over there.