TOO, TOO MANY breakfast burritos I don't want, sausage biscuits, etc. because there's a big ol' heap of scrambled egg in there.
Y'know what's great in a breakfast burrito? Diced & fried potato! But that doesn't come as a fucking powder one can reconstitute, does it?
Fuckin' cheap-ass motherfuckers trying to convince us all that a bowl of powder & water makes breakfast better, heartier
Paper books and I stopped being friends about eight years ago, I figure 🤔
This shit is why, as a child, I learned to sleep on my stomach, facing a light. I recall more dreams when I sleep on my back—and I still choose not to do either most of the time.
These weren't even bad, and I didn't wake confused about any realities, and still: What? Why'd we even need that?
I'm tired of waking and remembering dreams.
This morning, it was attempting to recall details of an NYC trip that, while dreaming, I recalled was actually a dream.
Just now, it was seeing a woman I used to date, looking for her name in my phone, not finding it, and recalling that she was from a dream.
But neither time really recognizing that I was, then, dreaming.
What the fuck are y'all even doing in there, brain?!
@Jo Heh, every time I turn on my UK VPN and hit Netflix, I spend five minutes going, "I *know* y'all didn't pay to produce that, or that, - and WHAT?"
@Jo Lots of shows out there that leave one head-scratching, asking "Who bought the distribution rights, now?" It's always such a funky feeling.
@witchfynder_finder I think folks might debate it being THE theme, but it's 100% A theme. There's a lot of story in that there story
"Trailblazing trans woman becomes first in Uganda to get ID with correct gender"
“'I want to spend the next 35 years of my life shedding the sad African trans narrative. We don’t just carry tragic stories,' she said, 'I am a molecular biologist, geneticist, activist, imaginative, daring, different, audacious and an Aries.'"
@RussSharek I'm glad! We were unable to discern the provenance of our own, and bought new.
I'm grateful for their abundance, for those who grew them, and that no one source offers all.
I saw my breath spiral from me, distinct until it dissipated to All. I lost myself and found the core of me once more, a thousand times. Undulating fields. Music from nothing but hands' motions. Vast seas; unlikely anchors. Thoughts more singular and firm than one would imagine. Dreams blown away in the gentlest breeze.
The Kwisatz Haderach seems green as goose shit in the light of my revelations.
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