lou 🌞🤟

slow day at work

ARBY'S CASHIER: Yo! You look old and weak. What's good
OLD MAN: I wanna big heap shit. Same going out as coming in.
CASHIER: One order hog fattener grade arby's roof rabbit, is that gonna be big boy or bitch boy
OLD MAN: Big boy. Cook it to leather too
CASHIER: We don't cook it any other way brother

two star poems

episode 007

friendly reminder to all my freaky lil comrades that if youre reading this then you have outlived charlie kirk

have a good night

we are past the point asking each other if we Believe It Or Not!; we MUST go into the weeds ourselves to find out

referencing your own nudes while drawing is OKAY 🙂

charlie kirk is a conclusion merchant

i just learned that term today :)

a prequel to the bible where god, traumatized by not having parents by nature of his preceding time and space, gets scared by an entropy tumbling down his chimney and resolves to create the universe in order to both fight and invent crime

this time i drew my own body

self portrait w mechanical pencil on cheap ass cost saver note pad

listen here, buddy. just because you get torn apart by wolves every night and reassembled by a vengeful god to teach you a lesson the next morning doesn't mean we all have to stop feeding the wolves when we see them. that'd be letting god win

this is whats worth posting abt

i was able to use one of them pressure point staffs on myself yesterday and i think i cracked my backflesh open bc i can still feel certain points where the pain still lingers a day later

Sex work is 1000% more honorable and socially beneficial than working as an ICE agent.

writing in my shadow bag again, this time for my fellow White Women

working titled: The Assigned Feminine

listen as somebody who has a lot of really good ideas

ideas are fundamentally worthless. sorry. we give WAY too much credence to people who have them. yeah, even good ones, dude. the only thing I respect is execution. whether it's in myself or somebody else. an idea executed is worth something

enough of us here have suffered that i can no longer scream and kick and shout and feel heroic for it, and for that reason i am screaming and kicking and shouting about it to defend my right for being the Biggest Bravest Soldier in the room because unlike YOU pussies IVE earned MY stripes MYSELF my parents could NEVER have given me all of these medals and trophies and white plastic wristbands little measurestick thwaps right where everyone can see it throbbing medallions of suffering salvaged and YOU had to stomach hand-me-downs because youre a COWARD and youre LUCKY i dont kill cowards bc i wouldnt be here to prosecute you otherwise because i am a HERO !!!AN!!!REAL!!!HERO!!! for finally swallowing my own shit without closing my eyes unlike YOU sick fucks and you are ALL welcome and you should ALL suck my dick about it (once i wrench my nailboard out of my right shoulder and start on my left) (self flagellation is for REAL men and i will NEVER stop hitting myself)

enough i can no longer reason my right to be here / IVE earned MYSELF right where everyone can see it throbbing suffering YOU stomach me and youre LUCKY i dont kill because i am (AN!!REAL!!!HERO!!!) swallowing shit my eyes welcome it i will NEVER stop myself

working title/s: “Soulful White Boy Deferred” or “The Most Hero Of All Time”

writing in my shadow bag

This one's close

for all you eligible bachelors: i use he/they pronouns (he/him when i get your number, they/them when i get the check)

id like to say that men should always pay for dinner, but im gay and broke so the most ill really budge is 50/50

im not gonna be the Only man paying for these mozzerella sticks are you kidding

[SPEECH FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE TOTEM POLE]

i posted this on my socials where people i know irl are and im not sure if my intended POV was made clear enough w/o the title and the accompanying image

BREAKING NEWS: Local Man Scared of The Movies

baby if the wounds heal and go away so do i, so that means i treat my reflection like smelling salts and i need to WAKE UP

personally i self diagnose myself as a Reasonable Outcome Of This Whole Shit and that means stomaching vague retellings of 4chan boards in a bar basement and pretending that im not also wearing an unbuttoned luau shirt and cargo shorts like everyone im glaring at for a taste of self recognition

trying my hand at a stand up open mic for the first time in almost a decade bc my foundational reasoning for doing anything is that i deserve to suffer and that regularly subjecting myself to unpleasant experiences is good for me, actually, and i WILL benefit from it, i promise

Chris Pratt deserves a reputation as the male Gal Gadot

t4t grindr hits different man