Majority Rogers

If you are who you are and people don't change what would free will be if redemption was just a myth?

It seems like a volatile time to be talking to people right now.

I want a mix of two and five, ok four.

I have been drunk on listening to this song for days.

I don't know if any sane person would say this but I think Will Toledo might be the greatest poet of the twenty-first century.

For some people there is no such thing and the future of the world belongs to them.

Events have foreshadowing sure they are subtle tiny things God put in the fabric and can only be discovered after the fact. Intuition is sort of this.

This "event" seems fake as fuck. It has too much buildup. I don't feel this is the real thing. If it was at all like the pandemic it would be everything is good but something is off.

Except it's not "game" or "being manipulative" I feel like flirting is a different flow state altogether that doesn' fit into a skill.

They just dropped a Christmas Celsius.

At the terminal isolation phase where going out starts to give me anxiety when it didn't. I am so fucked. That's apparently a real thing.

You either prove yourself or you're dead is also what makes calamity such an energetic thought.

The whole stockpile some water go buy some food thing is not real but there's a part of me that wants that. This sense of a great big war is something that has pulled on me since I was a kid. That finality comforts me.

I'm trapped in rumination from not specifically that thing two months ago (not that big of a deal) but what it brought out.

It sucks quoting people because it feels like my account specifically acts like some kind of bridge for all these other people to go on about some insane bullshit. I'm sorry for quote tweeting sometimes. Even some of my tweets are like this. I don't know what they see in me.

If flies seem to like you too much that means work on your heart Beelzebub is nearby.

I can't try to get at something deep without bringing out of bunch of people with huge anger and resentment. There is something about a poet that brings out demons.