liquidgnome

That’s the feeling, honestly. An untethering, an unmooring from a sense of grounding, or of personal history. It’s a specific sort of disconnect.

CORMAC MCCARTHY: He never sleeps. He says that he will never die. He dances in light and in shadow and he is a great favorite. He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.

JOE ROGAN: sure. I've met guys like that

it’s not completely out of the realm of possibility that the person who turned in America’s folk hero will at some point have a medical claim denied. probably won’t even get a “free insurance for life” card out of the deal. here’s your 10k, hope you don’t get sick!

a horrible ice golem capers around town with children, makes a mockery of law and clergy, vows eventual return and we sing about it. WTF

you don’t under any circumstances “gotta hand it to em”, but hot damn these fascist fucks are getting right down to business doing a fascism.

it’s really going to suck if what appears as malfeasance is actually just a fundamental ignorance about what a tariff is.

turns out that i prefer my bubbles to be displayed chronologically.

I loved weird twitter years ago. Lot of familiar names over here again, which is comforting.

I wasted a lot of time on threads after I deleted the other thing last year. The election and the algorithm coupled with zuck’s simpering bootlickery afterwards sent me back this way.

The thing that bothers me is this: how do people with no inner monologue remind themselves to do anything ever?