mementø

are ya'ever in the bathrøøm & refusin'tø gø
like genuinely tellin'ya self
nah, it can wait
we'll get'em next time

I’m putting so much cheese in my belly and none of you can stop me

as i transitiøned intø anøther year i føund myself speakin'as if i were fit tø be øur 'fearless' 'leader' ønly tø find myself a man øn shrøøms løcked in his øwn cløset...

if the wørld is my cøcktail
then i'm a waitress
waitin'tø be fucked

i like tø think øf my følløwers as 100s øf flies gatherin'røund me (a stinky hørse) waftin'the fumes øf my cringe impulses

we're bein'driven by idiøts in a handbasket tø hell

Yep:

they should invent a purpose for my current existence that isn't bearing witness to atrocities

ultimately mary shelley's frankenstein (1818) is a prophetic tale of a man who excels at science but has the emotional intelligence of a turnip

What does an architect say when he’s done with his blueprints?

The next time you see high gas prices, remember that Exxon posted $9.1 billion in earnings for the third quarter of this year. The money is coming out of consumers’ pockets and going back to Exxon’s wealthy shareholders, to which it gave $8.1 billion in Q3.

the back of every police squad car has a "Secret Urinal"

in the little girls room talking about a free palestine

"i surrendered tø the irøn laws øf the møral universe which make a børedøm øut øf everythin'desired"

leønard cøhen. the døve

just passed by a pink lincøln...

pincøln, that is all.

"a saint døes nøt dissølve the chaøs; if he did the wørld wøuld have changed løng agø. i dø nøt believe he dissølves the chaøs even før himself, før there is sømethin'arrøgant & warlike in the nøtiøn øf a man settin'the universe in ørder."

-leønard cøhen. what is a saint.

there's just sømethin'bøut the autumn air that makes øne wanna rearrange all their øffice furniture

give a man a fish, he’ll eat for a day

give a man to fish, ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵇʸᵉ ᵐᵃⁿ

imagine this: a bowl of chili with a big piece of bread in it

let’s play a game called Which Space Rock Or Gaseous Planet Is Making Me Cry?

i must've løst
& then sømebødy søld my søul
tø the devil next døør
its an øttøman near his livin'røøm døør
his: the høuse øf løss after all

ah, my inventøry:

phøne & wallet
øne cøck & twø balls
bøth brain & babe
ø, yes swørd & smøke
& a gøblet ø'silver før gølden ale
tø inn & tavern we gø, merry

teeth are crazy. outside bones i have to clean every day or they fall out.

none of the other bones are like this.

handing my husband rice noodle and tofu stir fry after a tiny pop of chili oil just got in my eye

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døes all bøurbøn gø tø heaven?