To the tune of mr sandman

Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom
Bombombombombombom

mr bad takes
give me a post
make it obsequious and needlessly boast
give it some edits, ignorant blamer
and stay up all night bickering with strangers

That’s all I got, the post box crashed the first time. I really hit it hard with those HTML filters too.

I’m not dead. I an very much alive. Vital. Like an above ground pool left unattended, I am teeming with life and potential. The world is unfortunately dying around me as I gulp kale and exhale some grudging semblance of internal balance.

Soulstorm looks great. I actually got around to enjoying New N Tasty this year too, what a masterwork.

I guess the discord is where it’s at but look at this place. Look at it. Same gross native theme. I burned so many cones and cubes out of my eyeballs on late nights, SCREAMING at people who fuck dogs justifying their crimes on here through my keyboard. Those were the halcyon days, before self awareness set in.

I was a little contrarian creep for a while there. Now I’m a BIG, BIG, FAT, BULGING, TUMSESCENT THREE AND A HALF INCH PENIS, WHICH EJACUKATES SHRIEKS!!!!

No I got carried away there. Now I’m a big doofus. I smell like bilge water and work in a field which requires a -non-trad- Overalls configuration. Who knows how long that’ll last. These blogs (growing more shrill and desperate) these blogs are like a frickin’ resume to me. A (small bark) a resume.

I have to be ready for a two hour drive to COVID-riddled Penisborough ontario at 6AM on friday so im gonna...inject some...some of this (adorable yawn) just gonna inject some of this motor oil into my (loud fart) my peri(yawn)neum...
(Snoozing)