Last Christmas Ich gave thee my hearte.
The verye next daye
Ther came a horse
Craftid of shadowes
& quiet as rayne -
And the horse stole my hearte
And fled
To a ruined tower
Biyonde all starres.
Fynde my hearte
Wythin a yeare and a daye,
Lest it wither.
Thys ys thy queste!
Sen. John Kennedy continues: "These woke, high IQ stupid people, they walk around with zip lock bags of kale that they eat to give them energy. Now, if you want to eat kale that's up to you. I don't eat kale. You know why? Because kale tastes to me like I'd rather be fat."
Most of our lives we have been serving a phantom self that is imagined and felt to live inside the body but when we look there we don’t find any such self; we just find a cluster of sensations. - Rupert Spira
Twitter should be, ideally, an invisible medium through which to discuss other things that matter. All the relentless conversation on Twitter *about* Twitter is a closed loop clusterfuck that is even worse than the polarization and vitriol that had previously defined this space.