Mighty Rontor

Hey, if anyone ever wants to get together, bong-up, and talk about cosmology and philosophy, hit me up. It's like I've suddenly become THX-1138 in the end, when he emerges and looks like, "now, WTF?"

[Suddenly, from behind him at a distance, he hears a voice shouts to him:
Aho! Young warrior! 🃏]

Self assessment.
Have I always been this verbose and bombastic in conveying ideas between my people and me?

I picked one fuck of a time for recognizing personal growth! Will I be able to survive the coming times while still nurturing my dreams of a fulfilling sense of agency? Still tuned for more!

A toddler would say space lizards with deathrays in their eyes used giga-magnets from another beyond, and smashed them!

But the naive little oops-trophy at least doesn't have half of this still-powerful nation under his thrawl. This is going to be a wild decade. It's like Deutschland in the 1930s.

It's a beautiful day out. Not a cloud, snow and ice everywhere. Perfect day for eye dilation at the eye exam!😎

So I made this account under duress because american oligarchs own the big social media apps. It kind of freaked me out, so I got stoned on a massive bongload of a hybrid and listened to First Fragment. So, here am! 😉

I haz arrived.