Author: Glyph

I used to think… there’d be some… semblance of group survival instinct if it were to happen. The zombie apocalypse. Lolol. But seeing these fn people… in this fucking movie… makes me… think about…. America…today. Especially since the prime mover prime idiots are the offspring of the equivalent of a pharmaceutical bigwig, whose daddy caused all this trying to get young again to fuck his stupid daughter’s dumb best friend.

They actually said “nevermind How it started~”

& I laughed… but then thought of if ozempic started turning narcs & MAGAs. Okay. I still kept laughing… but it was a solemn chuckle.

But the movie’s really about… friendship.

(stop laughing lol)

-AB

If you encouraging yourself or anyone else cheering you on …

makes him try ‘to put you (back) in your place’ or ‘take you down a few pegs…’

He hates Love having anything to do with you and will try to taint it any time love tries to show up in your life beyond the pittance of the fake version of it he doles out to you.

…you will KNOW a motherfucker by the actuality of their “works” concerning you, towards you, and on the topic OF you, whether you are in the room or not.

Apologize to your self for wasting ANY sincere energy you did on that piece of shit and move the fuck on.

The dude who built the Taj Mahal was a petty jealous fucktwat. His loyal general who routinely poured his life out for the fucktwat was happily married to her...and he had him killed because he thought she was too pretty for a guy of the general's caliber. He was the penultimate expression of guys being too stupid to see their boy they hold in the highest regard is their fn OPP.

But he was everybody's OPP.

She was the 4th wife added...of 8. Yep- kept hoeing. Thousands used in his harem too. & then...when she died in childbirth #14, the fucktwat forcibly married her sister. While constructing that fucking temple of Love.

& INDIA takes all the laurels for that spot, glossing over fn Mughals are fn Mongols. This is Genghis Khan's direct fricking bloodline showing out again.

But yeah, keep clamoring for those epic kinds of love. Modern human meditations on true love are un-researched and idiotic as fuck.

-The Angel, done.

"I had a chipmunk  who lived beside my boholoveshack during a writerhead and art show season up in Taos a few years back. I am not a snake chick...and he used to kill all the garter snakes nearby.

I named him Wick because I'd only seen John Wick for the first time up on the mountain, three years after it'd come out( due to writer head porous prohibitions. #yallknow). & he'd had a preference for  headshots. He was a madman, I loved him dearly.  I used to pay him in walnuts, which were like gold coins to a lil chipmunk.

Nice to meet Tom. They would  give each other professional courtesies, I'm sure.

|RE: a share about a squirrel named Tom who used to pelt dawgs on walks with orange peels after breakfast with a fellow writer. From 3 stories up. Pure Sniper Squirrel.|