a long time i wrote a poem about an experience i had while working as a lifeguard . it was pretty good , actually , but unrefined because i was like 16 . i should rewrite it , maybe

I wish people gave others even half the shit for the brainworms they got from twitter and tumblr as they do for the brainworms transfems get from 4chan

like if you DID give mars a plasma ring then you'd fuck the whole thing up ANYWAY because you cant even get anything through it easily

terraforming mars is so fucking funny . the proposed solutions for her lack of magnetic field are "put a reasonably strong magnet in orbit" , "put a series of superconducting rings on it" , and "turn phobos into a fucking plasma emitter" . how the fuck would you even do that . only io does that and it's because jupiter is fucking huge

Fuck the USA

@winterklaus ok yeah i agree

@winterklaus looking into this

@sierra :thinkingreallyhard:

we really should add me thinking really hard as an emote @sierra

(me thinking really hard) mastodon is he/they and pleroma is she/it

@slu7 uhhhhhhhhh. gangnam style? was that you guys?

i hate mastodon and all mastodon instances glory to pleroma and her forks

they SHOULD ban gay porn from mastosoc actually . and also every other thing that might make it worth being on . fuck mastosoc

july 4, 2026.

in a stunning reach-across-the-aisle moment, donald trump deploys newly appointed democrat senator, chuck schumer replacement UNION BUSTA RHYMES, to shutdown the covert joint United Steelworkers-Hip Hop Alliance meeting hosted in Zohran Mamdani's bathroom. he pulls up, "busts" in the crib, and effortlessly murks them all with his look at me now verse and the bitch slap he usually only uses on his trans escorts at nightclubs. satisfied with a job well done, he asks siri where the cheapest halal cart within 20 minutes is

stanley mota-velasco, first ever (legal) mexican immigrant ICE agent (and grandson of mining industry billionare germán larrea mota-velasco), sits in in his hummer masculinely sobbing to chicken fried by zac brown when he overhears mr rhymes pulling out the ol' Jamaican accent on a group of 16 year old Women perusing some Bob Marley tees sold next to his favorite halal cart. panicking, he pulls out his quadruple rocket launcher (3 stickers of scantily clad female league of legends characters stuck on the side) and obliterates them all (allah protects the halal cart don't worry)

trump pardons stanley with a speech about how men like him are the epitome of the american dream, and calls the late rhymes "a beautiful example of ba-lack excellence" before doing his fist-dance to look at me now in honor of unc. when busta's verse starts, stan raps it perfectly, and 5 percent of the nation erupts in cheers. the act of killing union busta rhymes for code switching into his jamacian accent in of itself has proven that stanley is his only acceptable successor, the most primal pathos residing within the dark underbelly of america's collective consiousness.

@hopeful viscerally horrifying spread of objects . the presentation is kinda nice though in like a retro way

the storm arrives quickly . the wind blows my hat off as i go to get gas and my car is pelted with rain . needless to say i can hear the thunder now

lightning on the horizon , silent . it's so far the sound dissipates before it gets here . i watch and wait for the sound of thunder , but it never comes . dreamlike .

@yohan yuuuuuup