kyle rittenhouse is crying

Kyle Rittenhouse is crying

My 40-something punk rock woman of a roommate is using a small rabbit vibrator on her clitoris downstairs

Our 2 black cats are meowing at my door; I did not finish my FreeBird’s World Burrito Dinner

There is a crisis at the Belarus-Poland border as the temperatures of our hemisphere meet an autumnal drop

A bride-to-be is consoling her fat, depressed mess of a bridesmaid on 6th Street outside of Dirty Bar, falsely convincing her that a man will give his heart to her if own her own she can’t even manage to can’t even find her own

Those small urban leaves simply brush along the ground with no rhyme & no reason

A middle aged woman has been red-pilled into a delusional reality; after the paradoxical stress of an utterly verdict-less Long Island life she is inside the bubble.

Unable to understand the complexity of the human condition:

“It’s always the Jews!”

A new behavioral ecosystem across every culture;

She shares a post on Instagram claiming Obama is an African Muslim & Kamala Harris is his side hoe.

A homeless man sleeps under the interstate

My mother is asleep. Her children, now far from the nest, journey on through life. She looks forward to life, accepting the good, the bad, and the ugly with delight & gratitude. I cannot disagree with her behavioral manifestations of her beliefs, I can relate and express immense gratitude for her root philosophy.

I never could tell her I love her enough, & I still feel uncomfortable saying it, knowing I have a deeply complex way of communicating it.

A mode of communication often misunderstood and rooted in my own insecurities. I just want to be able to feel okay with love

Jack may be on a fire call. Or asleep. I am proud of him, although I do think he’s fallen victim to Long Island conservatism. I am critical in a loving way towards Jack. I’d help him bury a body, unless he was trying to have sex with it. Necrophilia is where I draw the line, pal. He isn’t speaking to me right now, as my stupid mouth spilled way too many beans. Legumes are the source of our disagreement. I know eventually we’ll speak. I will love that broski forever

And if I speak of Jack, I feel obligated to address the OG Homie. No longer the Lemon, the Lemon Squeezer. 100 Grecs, Michael Corlione *trust me at the top it isn’t lonely*, Michael C. Greco. My brother, you are an Ace of Spades and you bring me balance

A young boy is abducted off a street in Kansas by child traffickers. He’ll spend his next 9 years being passed around circles of perverted demons, used as a sex slave against his will until he dies at 16 of a fentanyl overdose. He escaped

I, however, have nowhere left to run…