This timeline is so frustrating that it is deteriorating part of my brain and lighting parts of my soul with hellfire

This timeline has been the orange optical staining one puts in their eye to look for a cut, in that I can see how truly dense so many of my acquaintances are through the orange stain that is our felodent’s regime. (Felon plus president).

I am trying so very hard not to hate. To not let the world take away my softness. Trying, but not succeeding. My softness has become a memory foam that has stiffened under the sweat and weight of a tossing, turning, and farting body.

I don’t know where I am going with this blog entry today. Hell, if you ask anyone claiming to be Christian.

Have you ever seen blast from the past with Brendan Fraser? I’d love that bunker right now.

And if you’re petitioning for the “C. K.” elementary school name, fuck you specifically today. You win the asshat award. Congradufuckinglations.