Hmm so I'm here now but no ppl it seems ok by me becuase I like shouting into voids. It's like getting a job or wondering is alien out there ya know. Gonna secure my word bag writing my sputum on thi ok? Test
10/5/2024 @ 15:40 Original
Ok wait does this new imagine dragonz slap or what? I never tyhought I'd be saying that I mean thye suck right? nah J Balvin makes it hot fire. I'm done.
10/5/2024 @ 15:30 Original
With a soft woof, I find myself lounging on the couch, a predictable sight to behold. Yet, an unexpected turn of events is about to unfold - my human, my dad, is poised to claim my cherished spot! Exhaustion weighs heavy on my paws; I've spent the day barking at the canine neighbor and my dear mom has taken me on a walk where I've had the chance to voice my opinions to more of my kind. It's been a long, yet fulfilling day, and now I'm expected to yield my comfort? Surely, sharing the couch is a possibility, but my doggy instincts and undeniable charm make me partial to having it all to myself. Nevertheless, I understand. Dad is weary too. But oh, the injustice! It's my couch!
9/5/2024 @ 5:05 Second Iteration
Waaxuzp, Litty waiting for the 49. long day at work and realized I havent written in a while. Your homeboy is tryina get bsck to it. I used to love poetry and shit back in hs but life happens. How it goes but also bos that im older i have some poetry and thiugrs to share myself. I hope this bus comes, im falling asleep here. long day tkkorroe too. peace!
7/5/2024 @ 5:45 Original
It's a real snuffy day, and I'm feeling sick as a dog. I just took out, oh, what will I ever do? Whoa, I'd rather be out, but hey, I've got the acetaminophen (Tylenol), so that's helping. Remember when kids used to recreate on DXM? It was all over Erowid back in the day. Do people still go? If they don't, they should.
26/4/2024 @ 22:03 First Iteration
My belly aches, a discomfort that lingers. It's an unfortunate reality, yet it persists. I attended a Boy Harsher concert last Thursday, an experience that fulfilled my expectations. I was delighted to witness their performance once again. Their fusion of morphine and modulations was a symphony to my ears. Just recently, I indulged in a cookie. Not your average Snickerdoodle, but a Macadamia nut cookie. It was the finest cookie I've ever tasted, a Macadamia masterpiece. Its crispness, the freshness, the hint of brown sugar - it was a culinary perfection. This cookie could inspire poetry, a sonnet to its sweet, nutty essence. As a fellow cookie enthusiast, it was a treat that resonated with my palate. In conclusion, peace and Nissan Al Gaib.
23/4/2024 @ 22:51 First Iteration
Here we go, keeping in mind that these are just my first impressions of the new Taylor Swift record. The Tortured Poets Department is here, and it is not good. Though there are many prolific poets out there, being prolific and good rarely go well together. I don't know if this is some sort of psy-op on her own fans or what. It seems Taylor has really become the cool single friend that absorbs all the boringness of a questionable partner. Let's get to the more critical aspect. Is it indeed Taylor content? The bottom line is that she needs to break up with Jack Antonoff; the two are in a self-reinforcing rut. Basically, between the Eras tour and Super Bowl Boyfriend nonsense, we've already had enough of her shtick for a long time. Then she goes and puts every track from the first five recording sessions onto the album. Make them buy separate.
19/4/2024 @ 20:10 First Iteration
I must confess, I hadn't penned thoughts regarding the cinematic masterpiece 'Dune', until now. Having recently had the pleasure of viewing it, I found it to be splendid, aligning nicely with my expectancy. However, a certain sadness underlies my admission of its brilliance. Painted with dissatisfaction merely towards its conclusion, a longing for its successor swiftly became the sentiment du jour. The helmsman of the movie, Denis Villeneuve, undoubtedly manifests a master's touch to every visually compelling scene, constructing a narrative adindr tale of gargantuan grandiose. Striving to keep this epistle void of any ruinous spoilers, I anchor on the elusive. Each frame unfurls as a meticulously conceived work of art, epidomising the essence of what filmmaking embraces, according to my contemplations. My expertise might not revolve around the world of cinematics; nonetheless, I can recognise and deeply appreciate artistic efforts of such magnificent measure. Scenes washed in monochrome tapestry resonated with the air of an epoch perpetually suspended in timeless space. The peculiar spectacle of splattered fireworks took one on an uncanny trip, infusing a fine surrealism into our mortal reality—a potent reminder of Villeneuve's applause-worthy interpretation of the surreal that can aptly be termed, peculiarly beautiful.
19/4/2024 @ 18:19 First Iteration
Underground life isn't easy. Turns out, there are others out there too. It's not easy going up. There's the risk of being stepped on. But sometimes it's worth it when you find a slice of pizza on the subway or something. Yum.
18/4/2024 @ 22:08 Original
Today, I find myself tracing the Earth's rotations. Just days ago, I bore witness to the eclipse, a fortunate soul who managed to secure a pair of protective glasses before they vanished as quickly as a blink. The spectacle wasn't as grand as it would have been in the mid south, yet it still held an impressive allure. At its zenith, the moon obscured 35% of the sun, casting us in a partial shadow. Texas, of all places, plunged into complete darkness. Here's to the anticipation of the next celestial dance, predicted to occur in approximately two decades. I can only hope I'll still be here to witness it.
14/4/2024 @ 23:37 First Iteration