Each year at this time of year there is much talk about the year that’s ending, along the lines of, “Get me the hell outta this year.” “This year sucked.” “Running for next year cause this year sucked ass.”
How many days into the new year will it be before the new year is soiled also?
“World’s first trillionaire” might pop up next year on a random weekday or weekend and we’ll still have 🧢it🤑lism.
Life seems to be a constant challenge to the mental health progress we make, but holy shit chemicals can really help. This year — overall — total fuckin bummer once again in the macro. But the micro had some crazy special moments that got me thinking, “wait… hold on… I’m doing my best to get this straight… Am…I excited for this next shit-ass year?”
I still come on here for regular doom scroll injections. But in addition to the hard-to-place bad feelings that creep up after compare/despair, reality es contorting mucho. The other day I went, “Aw fuck I thought that was a real mouse getting cooked on a grill.” I’ve done some serious time laced in gullible shoes and now mental elasticity has to see a mouse on a grill and be like, “I don’t think so.” But I’m seeing it in real time gettin duped. Do we gotta full quit now? Yeah, right? Or can we somehow train up to, in real time, go, “that cat isn’t actually doing cooking. I’m not fooled here. Those aren’t real griddle marks on that mouse.”? It’s so damn hard to tell. One time on here I saw a candidate pose for a post-assassination photo and that one was real. Swipe to see my imagining of the singularity eclipse.
One of Instagram’s bosses held a ghost gun to my abdomen and said, “Post on NYE or you’ll never see your family’s profiles again. We’ll block you from interacting with them anywhere in the Meta space. And one day that could be worse than physical death so do it just in case.” But I said, “My family doesn’t really post much. Our whole clan is full of infrequent users. My mom sends videos of this guy in Ireland once a month but she can just text it to me.” It turns out I inadvertently called the IG goon’s bluff cause he pulled the trigger and all the happened was a little flag popped out that said “happy new year,” and it poked me in the belly.
Here’s some b-roll for a new corpse film. This is the whole thing. I was allowed to walk but not blink? Blinked too much in any other take and it didn’t sell dead
