Every time I hear this album, I will think

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

I mean, if there aren't any ID'ing features attached to the weener, it would kind of require admitting to sending an unsolicited dick pic to contest the use-of...

I've got no tears for the guy who made a brand out of hating queers experiencing entirely predictable consequences. But I'll have to take the short-term morale boost with the bitter feeling that shit's about to really ramp up in the next couple weeks.

I'll admit to my own level of satisfaction to see karma in action, but also terrified for how this is gonna speed up the stormtroopers.

(And it's kinda annoying to see some ppl on the left finger wagging ppl for celebrating a death. Feels very "but do you condemn Hummus"-coded.)

Food truck with a diner rail. Portable, open late-night fry-ups for the whole neighborhood. Theio's on wheels.

"Monday mind tricks don't work on me, only lasagna" -Garffo

Maybe I'm a hater. Or maybe I read Fahrenheit 451 in HS, and think it's entirely plausible one of these will be tackling and stun-gunning myself or someone I care about.

Sick flip tho, yeah.

Yes I'd like to make a New Order of six Peter Murphins, the Nitzer Egg and cheese bagel with the Robert Schmear-- and thennn... A Cocteau cookie, Focaccia of the Nephilim, Brioche Mode, Lavash and Rockets.

And after that,

Hey now, hey now now,
sling this croissantwich to me

Maybe it's being a queer socialist snowflake or smtg, but I kinda fucking hate fake nice that calm talks its own legitimacy to offend.

Make one then, I guess

The implication somehow being that Newsom wouldn't do the same things to the homeless and queers that Trump's doing?

Begging liberals to stop making folk heroes out of centrists.

I might have to hang it up on coloring my hair, for good. q_q

I don't mind getting he/himmed so much by strangers anymore. Saves me time getting to know them.

"Gender is Boring" - She/Her/Hers

Like yes, on paper I like 'woman' so much more than 'man', until I remember it's just the inverse of the codified box I had to bust out of.

Sitting by my garden listening to cicadas, and trying to read my P-Orridge between the doomscroll. Wondering how soon is too soon for someone of my birth assignment and pale face to rationally fear getting rolled up on by the gestapo for prior crimes of being queer and sad to a mandated reporter.