Coalslag

if you’re still smoking weed out of a can or tinfoil at this day in age, i can’t fuck with you. you’re too deep in the trenches for me

Happiness is a stack of paintings:

Stinging nettle pupa broth…

Meat maven indeed…

Where were you when the dove fell in a grey sky?

Things are real bad out there. My pet Canadian keeps tryna escape…

If I had a time machine me and Duke Ellington would ride our bikes to the Cape Cod Canal and we’d fish for stripers at sunset.
“We’re canal rats!” I’d joke, but he’d already be composing music based on the sound of cars and trucks going over the Sagamore Bridge.

I adore this.

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: )

This point in history is replete with the utterly contemptible…

I'm always surprised to open a can of evaporated milk and find anything there.

winter is coming

Okay, the world’s gone to hell, and unrelated, why am I turned on by neuropathy ads?

[at the bank]

ME: I’d like to withdraw my penis

TELLER: you’re going to have to leave

ME: *pronounces pennies wrong again*

TELLER: security

My art doesn’t need anything from you…

This spit mask is besides the point…