

Why is that bird so fucking dirty?
Why is that bird so fucking dirty?
I am human and I need to be loved.
Sabrina, don’t just stare at it, eat it.
It was taken FROM a lake.
Balkans, too. And, of course, Turkey. In fact, apart from the North Atlantic Rim and Scandinavia, it’s kind of common in Europe, especially when compared to the US.
For women. that is. For (black) men, the US seems to take the lead.
I first read that as “caned.” One day…
A lot of coverups seem to happen in high society. Check out the story of Natalie Wood, for instance.
Goo goo g’joob.
And I thought my eyesight diminishes as I age. Turns out it’s reality itself that’s falling apart.
Where else should it be stuck? 👀
Then how can Americans tell the C shed from the Z shed?
That took me a while.
Like that 1969 Ray Bradbury story, “Night Call, Collect”, where a man stranded on Mars spends 60 years setting up pre-recorded messages for himself that one day spring into action and eventually start talking to each other.
A relay snapped somewhere. The two phone voices were connected, one to the other.
“Hello, Barton?”
“Yes, Barton?”
“Aged twenty-four.”
“I’m twenty-six. We’re both young. What’s happened?”
“I don’t know. Listen.”
The silent room. The old man did not stir on the floor. The wind blew in the broken window. The air was cool.
“Congratulate me, Barton, this is my twenty-sixth birthday!”
“Congratulations!”
The voices sang together, about birthdays, and the singing blew out the window, faintly, faintly, into the dead city.
I used to hear that last line as “Is anybody down? The party’s all around!”
s/he/it/
1.2 million as of now. So fucking proud to be European.
That’s the real answer. Always check on whose payroll somebody is.
Well, that clears it up.