Kaotic Good

Ma’am, you are fucking gorgeous. Damn.

🎵 But son, please keep a steady wing
You know you're the only one that means anything to me
Steer clear of the sun
Or you'll find yourself in the sea
Won't you look at your wings?
They're coming undone
They're splitting at the seams
Steer clear of the sun
For once, won't you listen to me 🎶

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Incredibly relatable some days.

🎶When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting in death row?
You can crush us, you can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh-oh, the guns of Brixton🎶

You’re kind of a goofball, huh? 😂

Simply the prettiest.

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Started off the year listening to nothing but Shelter for a week, in an effort to set a positive tone. By week three I’m just mainlining Ringworm because fuck it. #hardcore #clevelandrocks

Pretty sure I have Captain Trips. Fuck you, Stu Redman.

Going from binging season 2 of Peacemaker to watching a few more episodes of the first season of The Pitt was total whiplash in terms of tone and their relationships to violence.

I fucking hate fireworks. I’m also fairly certain someone in my neighborhood just unloaded a gun into the air to mark the start of the new year. Whoever it was, I hate that guy even more.

Spent some time finally starting The Pitt tonight, so now I have to decompress by going on TT and watching cats snuggle with babies and ferrets shop at pet supply stores.

When Smashing Pumpkins comes up on streaming and you hear Billy Corgan trying his best, but it dawns on you the wrong Chicago-area band went by the name Screeching Weasel.

Never been a morning person but starting to think of this part of my life as early mourning.

🎵…I'm searching for something which can't be found, but I'm hoping…I still dream of dad, though he died…Everything dies…🎵

That is kinda funny. And kinda cute. And a bit baffling. So, like, totally you I guess. Except for the kinda cute part. You’re way beyond kinda.

I’m straightedge, so my idea of the “Everclear Challenge” is trying to listen to “Father of Mine” without any major childhood traumas flaring back up.

Still not sure police dogs know they’ve crossed the species threshold and turned into pigs.

I have missed the posts

Are Dishwalla still only counting blue cars?

Where the fuck is Tom Joad when you need him?

“All I Want for Christmas” season is a thousand times more horrifying and torturous than anything witnessed around Halloween and the whole month of October.

An absolute beauty

I looked for a baseball at a Dollar General a block away from the kid with the bat but they had none. When I first saw him, he barely moved out of the way of an oncoming car. Really, it had to swerve around him. Felt like he was making a statement about his life already. Part asshole. Part given up.

Things I saw out in a walk today: an elderly homeless couple walking slowly down a main thoroughfare carrying sleeping bags and a little boy, elementary school age, standing in the middle of a quiet side street, tossing up and hitting a rock with an aluminum baseball bat. So Appalachia.

Starting to be convinced I’m the only pedestrian in my town who actually uses the sidewalks instead of the middle of the damn street.

Can’t be bothered to acknowledge any humans but I say at least “hi” to every cat I see when I’m out on a walk.

I hope you feel better soon

I seem to remember a time where we’d get to ease into a new season. Autumn is my favorite season but going into the chills seemingly overnight is a bit much.

From a workaholic, don’t make it a habit.