And I have decided that I am officially a cantankerous old prick.
Lost a friend to glioblastoma {rest in peace Rich Saxe}, and I’m not sure I feel so great myself. I’m not sure where this is going. This world, the government, my health –
I just don’t kno anything since Facebook got rid of Trending News.
All I have left is DSCDP, and I’m not even placing any bets.
The house always wins. I’m just lookin’ for that girl that I was supposed to meet, and I’m pretty sure I missed that last bus.
Food? Wat is food right now? I need to readjust my palate, to be honest.
I just don’t try new things as much cause I keep finding myself fighting uphill against the drama machine of eating out in an American rural town.
Tacos fresco. It’s the ‘healthier’ way to order Taco Bell. I wonder if TB even has guacamole? I’m sure that I’ve never seen it there before … behind the powdered onion salts? They used to have weird flavors in the packets sometimes, like too much of this or something went rancid.
syn-Propanethial-S-oxide. ‘The molecule that gives onions and onion powder their strong flavor.’
There’s a park nearby with a cool wooden rocketship structure that’s taped off for construction, out of the wind.
If I can’t find my portal gun, I still have a teleport tattoo … shit, already used that. Uh, is that Ralphie May in a dress? I thingk ICE put someone in mah frink …
Spoiler alert: We don’t win.
We were fighting ourselves the whole time. They just waited until the confusion was boiling juuust right, then
The Jesus Bomb, is what they called it. I’m sure he’d be pissed to know that.
—robbie edmonds
Flommist Robbie Edmonds would love to sit down with you and discuss his theories of mind-swapping and time travel, but it appears as if he, as his cat, just left to stop himself from doing so … AGAIN! Copyright © 2018 Robbie Edmonds.
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