Boris Källström

This was a fun read! I hope we get a post for each spec, not just for trouBARDour

The #IKEA support team are playing 3D chess though. I called to tell them I’m missing an item. They asked me to send them a picture of the missing item. 🦶

I might have had a piece for lunch too. Sue me 🫠

My birthday is in July and I haven’t celebrated it since I turned 18 twenty years ago but… a few days ago I bought myself an entire birthday cake and have been having it for breakfast every day because I make my own money and there’s nothing you can do about it.

Man straight people are weird o_o

Pure joy? Page turning? Peace?

That’s another extremely cynical, tone deaf, divorced from reality post by business as usual @vonderleyen.ec.europa.eu

Palestine is still under occupation. The settlers are still there. Netanyahu is still free.

I just wanted to say… Fuck Tony Blair.

When my words feel like glass in my mouth
And my thoughts keep hammering inside my skull
When my world is all black and white
I’ll set it all on fire

It would be great if you check how many of the “farmers” you’re planning to support have ever set a foot on a farm and aren’t just very, very close to government officials.

Live on the edge. Test on production. 🤨

I swear I wrongly read that Brown as Snow about seven times before I realised 🤦‍♂️

You should visit Sofia some time. We have this nice walking street that serves as the high street of the city. A bunch of good eateries along the street - from decent local food to anything your gut desires. That, and a McDonald’s that’s always jam packed, mostly wi the American tourists 🫠

I think most of my 20s could have been solved through the magic of ENM tbh.

And I second the motion for a fun historical exploration of the topic, and I might have requested that one before, but also, any excuse to put Doctor Janega and @k8lister.bsky.social together is a good excuse 🤷🏼‍♂️

So I just wrote a clap clap stomp, but it’s also symphonic, and it’s also proggy. Not sure if genius or if I should just give up music 😂

Get a couple of these monitor raisers with the little drawer. Perfect for hiding mess and good for most snacks 🫠

Queen

The audacity is this local pizza delivery place here where you can order pizza and they will deliver it frozen for you to bake. Like… the hell?

As a flip-flop gay I support

With regards to certain people and their persecution complex, I think we should feed the lions. Amen 🫠

How dare you, for the love of all that is carb, even suggest Bombay mix could be useless?

Home is where they get your name on the coffee cup right.

I love it when someone is messaging me in Slack where they can see my name in its proper spelling every time I respond but still insists on calling me Borris.

But why stop there, friend? Why not spell it with triple R? Make sure it sounds as Slavic as a blue Nike tracksuit 😐

There better be coconuts 😬

That’s just a backdoor pilot for a new podcast called Dicks or Whatever where it’s just you and @k8lister.bsky.social talking about stolen dicks, right? Right??

Как ми се дояде тахинопита заради теб!

Leave Robert Galbraith alone, he’s been through enough!

No need for words; it’s understood,
the ending carved before the start.
I'll wear this shadow though it's tight,
always there but never quite real.

Walking through the gaps of conversations,
where meaning rots and truth decays.
Not seen, not lost, but nowhere in between,
playing a role I never agreed to.

The shape, not mine, but it clings.
I drift between the cracks and whispers.
Familiar eyes that never land,
I move where the silence pulls.

Breaths are measured, but I’m not counting,
each moment hangs just out of reach.
Carrying a weight that holds me here,
standing still while the world tilts.

The shape, not mine, but it clings.
I drift between the cracks and whispers.
Familiar eyes that never land,
I move where the silence pulls.

The script was waiting long before,
lines drawn without a hand to trace.
I step into the room, already blurred,
something settled, but never spoken.

The shape, not mine, but it clings.
I drift between the cracks and whispers.
Familiar eyes that never land,
I move where the silence pulls.