i can’t be the only one who cites moderately uncommon phenomena as evidence that i am not alone in my experience of reality

huge bird with wicked beak and piercing cry swooped down + dropped collector batman figurine right in my open messenger bag. is this an omen

this millionaire crocodile owns a chain of swamps. but how? and why???

[denim trenchcoat flaps in the breeze as i lean against the chain link fence in a cool way]

typical capitalo-fascist landlord scum rejecting the undiluted artistic gesture of pissing in the sink & washing hands in the toilet

not influenced by considerations of personal mood boards & home-made crafts: the true definition of dispinterested

Had a relaxing long weekend of listening to christian rock and eating cut up hot dogs with shredded cheese on top