And I was like “woa”
Far out , incredible.
I miss beige NPR, I miss having flat news.
Kevin and I were driving back from Texas the night of that election, Donald Trump lol. Listening to the tone of the broadcasters, live on the radio, listening to the catastrophe lyrics, the pure discombobulation.
Sometimes you’d just love to hear someone say “it needs to be burned down “
Of course that’s untrue, at it’s core, but I’d still like to hear someone say it.
So that’s tough .
You shouldn’t burn it down, but it’s probably healthy to notice the feeling.
We exist in a puddle of bullshit .
Start there and work your way back.
Feelings aren’t real, just a thing that comes and goes .
And this building kinda looks like a vagina
I might take the posts I actually like, actually slightly proud of, I might move them over here. Because I’m alive and I can do whatever I want. We all gotta bleed
dawn 