I’ve almost given up trying to communicate on any level; my efforts these days are purely physical: building huge fences, digging water ditches, hammering, sawing, growing things, etc. The country seems doomed and I’m not sure yet what to say about it. Or do.
If this is my last tweet, I just want you all to know the aliens still haven’t fucked me and I just wish they’d gape me wide open.
I also had some soup for dinner. Thanks Elon!
The thing about Twitter is, it takes you out of your own present reality and makes you absorb everyone else’s. But 80% of the time, it’s just war, politics of hate, and colors of negativity. Our reality becomes theirs. That’s my issue. It’s also addictive to feel all the ‘bad’
it’s all hallow’s eve not all hallow’s steve! I’m saying that cis het men are NOT allowed to dress up anymore , until all the abortion bans are struck down. Til then you just hold the fuckin purse, Luigi.