You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I love truck stops.
I used to fantasize about being a truck driver. Is that weird?
Sometimes I wonder whether I'd be happy with the sort of job you don't usually fantasize about. Not a truck driver, because I don't like driving, but, like, a convenience store clerk or something.
There's a comfort in simplicity, is what I'm getting at.
Sometimes I wonder whether I'd be happy with the sort of job you don't usually fantasize about. Not a truck driver, because I don't like driving, but, like, a convenience store clerk or something.
There's a comfort in simplicity, is what I'm getting at.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Sometimes I wonder whether I'd be happy with the sort of job you don't usually fantasize about. Not a truck driver, because I don't like driving, but, like, a convenience store clerk or something.
There's a comfort in simplicity, is what I'm getting at.
I love highways, I love road trips, and I love driving, so getting paid to travel across the country by road was like...practically my dream job, for a long time.
Sometimes I wonder whether I'd be happy with the sort of job you don't usually fantasize about. Not a truck driver, because I don't like driving, but, like, a convenience store clerk or something.
There's a comfort in simplicity, is what I'm getting at.
I love highways, I love road trips, and I love driving, so getting paid to travel across the country by road was like...practically my dream job, for a long time.
I get that.
Now that I think about it, I think I might appreciate working in a book store or, I don't know, a videogame museum or something. Spend the day keeping the accounts in order and read Barthelme or play old videogames during the breaks.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
My head hurts
I've gone from my prescription-strength Ibuprofen down to over-the-counter stuff but, uh, still pain is a thing
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
HH is hilarious on this monitor because it occupies so little of the actual screen
The past two months, on the 22nd, there has been an attack in a major city in England.
In two months, on 22nd July, is Sheffield Tramlines music festival, held in the city centre. It's also my birthday, and I go to the city centre on my birthday to celebrate.
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I was right.
It now has pink tire smoke and plays "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" as the horn.
*wonders why no sound is coming out of earphones
*realises that earphone aren't in ears
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
now, vin diesel...
It was the most disgusting thing ever.
at work
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
RIP
In two months, on 22nd July, is Sheffield Tramlines music festival, held in the city centre. It's also my birthday, and I go to the city centre on my birthday to celebrate.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead