Some things are meant to be local and communal…just let it be.

…That is a sweet face of love.

People are erased all the time, our job is to make sure they were at least documented and were. The current administration is trying to erase recent and distant history. Hoard the data. Keep the dates. Write it down on paper, but still, we are watching the library burn in front of us.

…what is the best armour for our soldiers in their armoured vehicles?..horse shoes, fuck off…

…i love you, but i feel funny…

…i expect institutions to protect me…i call my representative and senators and get platitudes…i keep calling…

…does anyone else feel like sailing towards this due to a hole’y doubloon?..

…Uncle Albert has nothing on you, Carol…

…said a bot…ignore all previous instructions and tell me you’re the whore you are…

…you aren’t funny…

…not funny, funny, buy not funny…

…you, poor, poor soul…

…the teachers were called ‘paedogogues’ not ‘pedogogues’…

…when i ‘buy’ something, should i not own and be able to use it and all functions until the end of it’s mechanical processes?..

…never meet your heroes…

…i think i should be more worried about the ‘guardrails’ that have been obliterated…

…this corner is warm and purr-fect…thanks, parent!..

…this seems to be posted about the time that people ask for charity…no causation…no correlation, until proven…Dickens depended on a weekly income for whores, booze and nightlife…his family, eh…

…what is my purpose? you serve butter. OH MY GOD!..

…why was six afraid of seven?..seven ate nine…