My new workout routine is split into predator and prey days on prey days I practice cowering in fear , scram drills, skittering/scattering, and ducking to avoid glass bottles being thrown at me and on predator days I practice chasing, prowling etc
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Type of shit i was posting on my main instagram in 8th grade.. listening to la dispute waiting for the school bus like nobody will ever fucking get me π₯
I think suburban life produces an expansive sense of what "home" is β the house is home, but the SUV is also home, and the big box store is also home. a continuous chain of contained, privatized experiences, like never leaving the womb. why not wear pajamas
The smart television. The smart phone. The poison dart frogs of the technological world. The box tv. The jitterbug. The benign mutant tree frogs of screenland. The record. The radio. The songbirds of the urban landscape. The Walkman: the tadpole of the poison smart frog
Hey babe. Iβm back from my trip. Turns out the people who experimented on me as a child and turned me into the perfect killing machine are actually pretty cool. No bloody vengeance necessary