ChatGPT generate a picture of a really big battleship, like the biggest battleship ever, a battleship that will finally fill the hole in my heart that I’ve been trying to fill with money and sex and goldplating the toilet. Put a flag on it.

I wonder if this also explains why Libby doesn't think it exists...

we're in the sky between JFK and Seattle and they have turned the plane around, what a time to be alive

i don't like the thought of oboists being able to walk amongst us undetected

i sometimes feel very lucky i came out of three music degrees without becoming a terrifying individual

Happy Birthday birthday twin 😀