northern junction

Well, gas is expensive, and food is expensive, and we’re doing a war nobody wants, but at least there are no jobs

I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change i can feel it

2026 nuclear family meme— featuring Fritzi as Neurodivergent Aunt, Sluggo as Sluggo, Nancy as Daughter, Nancy Jr as Woke Dog

Me to Paul Newman’s family at the funeral: may his memory be a dressing

No no in my case posting rapid fire is a good sign

perhaps Better Cause Penis WAS a bad way to order our societies after all

Gah did you know that books are just so so good?

I kind of relate to Alladin, ngl

Fascist bozos are constantly putting their eggs in one basket and then fighting over who gets to blow it up.

We are the eggs.

Uhm hey you guys

Cool yeah mercy sucks haha wtf are talking about you psychopath

Sea levels everywhere are rising:

Welcome to Alligator Mansion

It is ! oclock again

💣💥💫

The internet is a hive of dopamine starved gremlins rummaging around for spare notifs

The only time anyone should go to jail is for moving a sleeping cat

Is this kink?

Honestly Forbes is killing me 😅

I know we're being coerced because i will never consent to living in a world that harms children.

Why MAGA "suddenly" loves "solar" power

Any species choking on potential will eventually change and evolve a gag reflex

But i can't remember

What if i have a no money but a lot of heart and moxy?

*assistant checks earpiece* still no

There is nothing that grieves me more than to witness people being treated as disposable. Nothing.

I haven't seen a Forbes article in a looooooong time that didn't make me howl

I love how i go to Forbes for jokes now

Today's word

of contemplation is conviction. This is a versatile word whose meaning shifts constantly. Subject/object tension high. Demands for proof (yesterday's word) abound. Tomorrow's word does not exist, but a placeholder might be rest.

This robot seems normal size

I'm in your DMs. It's cold. There's nothing to eat. I'm hungry and comfused. I wander through the spaces, chewing absently on bits of data. There is no door in or out. Is this hell

poetrye ys the technologye of hope