Full time projection of your subconscious. Money doesn’t talk, it swears. Burner account. Fighting age male. I want a gift card from God. Hard to kill.
Scootering home in the rain, wearing business casual, listening to classical music. Joyous or dreadful, you would have no way of knowing if I was crying
The Fremen were supreme in that quality the ancients called 'spannungsbogen' — which is the self-imposed delay between desire for a thing and the act of reaching out to grasp that thing.
Opening twitter for the first time in about a month to see how long it would take to see either right wing propaganda or real death and I think I got both in under 15 seconds