Don't say "taken their own lives", say "ended their own lives". Say what it is.

It's practically almost 2026

"This Old House"? Nah, for me it's "This Fucking House".

Wow, that one developed structure...

By the way, all of my tweets are for entertainment purposes only. I am very serious when I say this. Life is fundamentally funny, if you look at it with the right backdrop. It's why we watch sitcoms instead of reading the Bible. Hilarity is when you hear people say wacky shit. Wacky shit that isn't true, even. Modern day parables. So none of the facts I state in any of my posts shall be taken as fact—only as parable. P.S. Yes I fucking use ems. I went to grammar school. And, you know, sometimes I want to use Mark for its intended purpose.. and it sorta pisses me off when someone tells me I can't.

It's because the feeds are upside down. Somebody fix this — invert the web layout. Create new scroll to top semantics. Fuck the boomers (not really). But that would be some top cyberpunk shit right there. Or a badass nostr client. Fuck I got to learn react native and vibe code this shit before the founders on here get tipped off.

I post some banger shit. And not a like. Not a single comment. Do I need to learn marketing to join nostr?

Dude nobody is fucking using this thing. I might as well have an anonymous edgy WordPress blog.

"Father, please bless them beyond their recognition" — is an absolute fucking BANGER to drop during the prayer.

The birds sing the song of the day; the crickets sing the song of the night.

Things are happening with my father-in-law right now. We're praying him into the kingdom. Tonight, I sent a pivotal text message. A long one. The first one. It was masterful, probably spirit influenced. And I could have left the part in where I called him a fucking asshole, amongst adjurations that we should as men be able to call each other assholes sometimes. Again, it was masterful. And I hit send and now the ball is on his side of the table. I should add that we don't really talk in person. This is some special ops shit.

We're either going to war, or it was a pep talk. Not much room in between.

As I take off my boots and the soaked pant legs descend on the once warm fabric of my socks, and dry too, ... I now realize how good these boots are.

I feel like I need multiple noster identities so no one can correlate some of my shitposts with some of my other shiftposts.

At the curious conclusion of my pressure washing activities tonight, I have found myself at the crux of my identity. I now realize that I am suspenders wearing man for life. Because I found a pair of Dickies on eBay, and discovered their belt loop patterns coincided with suspender clips (which I was researching for some reason) and now I wore these pants while working — pressure washing my whole driveway today. And it was raining ... drizzling? It's raining. Who can say which? And I just took a piss at the edge of the yard, as one does — and when I went to adjust my pants, the adjustment happened in a way that I did not even know was possible with the suspender belts sliding over my shoulders as I reposition my torso with respect to my pants, and — I realize now that I could wear suspenders every day for the rest of my life. Like some of those celebrities who have an image to uphold or whatever. Not that I'm trying to become that ... it's just that ... I get where they're coming from, with the suspenders.

Blessed are those who know the festal shout, who walk in the light of your presence, LORD

Ok Android but WHAT FUCKING YEAR IS IT?

"It's because _mommy's water bottle_ doesn't have bacterial overgrowth..."

Felt not cute. Might reboot. #amethyst #bugs #rollwithit

Not sure who to tell this to, but I had some really great sex with my wife last night. That is all.