The *uckenings 25

Twenty-five is a really good looking and balanced number. Nice.

Even though you haven’t heard from me in a while I have been writing. A lot. Every day. And it’s been a struggle. I’ve been trying to finish a book I have been fighting with for over ten years. So after all this time I’ve decided to simply kill everyone and then send it to a publisher.

Anyways, I heard Canada might consider building a wall along their border. Is it true?

Also I have been seeing pictures of Marilyn Manson. Holy Moly! I’m not sure what I looked at but dear lord what happened?

In Indonesia a person got sent a pregnancy report from the clinic he went to to get tested for covid-19.

Jadenchong has decided not to give advice to anybody other than herself for a while. Miss Rambo has joined the harvesting season in the far north.

There was something else I considered important but I forgot.

So let’s talk about the weather. It’s been raining for weeks. I’m literally drowning in greyness. I heard a man say there are nine months of winter and three months of cold. No. I don’t wanto deal with this. I’ve been compromising my comfort zone all my life but I’m not ready for this. So since flights to tropical places are between 13 529 and 13 574 Dollars last minute I’ve decided to do a long meditation session instead and it fixed the anxiety for now. I mean at the end of the day what do I care about the summer months ahead? Feeling okay now about my situation and mypreciousself is the best I can ask for and sitting still is doing the trick. For all I know they fucked up the calculations surrounding the mayan calendar (and therefore the precise date on which the world will end) more than once so far. Two days ahead is the furthest I’m gonna plan. Two days is going to be my life for the rest of it.

Brad Pitt has still not taken any action after my recent tweet. He’s giving us nothing. No-thing-at-all.

People in my circle made me download extra-encrypted apps for sending messages. Cause it’s more secure. Well no one cares about the meme screenshots you sending Karen! Nobody cares.

Meanwhile they shot 1584 satellites up into space to provide us with a sparkling 5G connection. Nicely done. I wouldn’t want to live my last two days on shitty Internet.

The final thing I’m going to do is send out a Brad Pitt tweet. All the after world needs is a picture of 25-year-old shirtless Brad so they know we went down looking sharp!