Sure I can see infinity in a grain of sand, but I usually stop at like a million and move on

Every show now is about male loneliness. So stupid. I wish I had someone to talk to about it

I always pack some emergency ants in case the picnic doesn’t go the way I want

I’m in the last fog out of town

I’m in it

And wife guys?

The good dads to wives

Man is father to wife ?

And that’s…freaking beautiful

The first email. Wow

This is what trains and ships say to themselves in the mirror before particularly daunting trips

I’m in the lab

I’m putting a new spin on an old lunch

I have red rot

Time to hit the flute

“Dead Internet” doesn’t begin to describe the necrotic efflorescences we see today

Gift of George D. Pratt, 1930

Glass Fragment https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/467124

Homeria Lactans

Hope you enjoy “Aldiss” reading! I’m just playing.

Those are the rules governing the space

No food or drinks as well please

Retiring to my bonus room for the evening

You know nothing

All my buddies named Eusebius

Working on a new ancient grain. I think I’ll call it flest

Texting all my sailor friends “Look outside 😃 “ whenever there’s a red sky

That’s you I’m afraid

Union?

And this is a friend of yours?

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