Threads: Don't Ask Me Why

 

So this alien came up to me saying it's his first time on Earth and asked if it's true we poison our land, air, and water. I said, "Yes" and he said, "Why?" 

Of course, there is no real answer to that but I told him it's because we believe there's no other way. 

"Why?" 

He kept naming different scenarios such as, why do people starve when we we're able to feed everyone? Why are there both homeless and empty abodes?

Why indeed? And that's when the fiction of numbers started to lose its meaning.

Threads: Heroes And Villains

Need an app to track whom to support and to boycott!

Corporations who act immorally - and the corporations who supply them and the corporations who buy from them!

Celebrities/Politicos who've ever said anything good or bad in their lives! 

Historical figures who are now villains because they don't meet Modern Moral Mores! 

Anyone who fails the purity test for these enlightened times! 

And most importantly: 

Girls too stuck up to speak to me who, like, totally suck!

(Who has time for this??)

 

Threads: Flea Removal

"You lay down with dogs you wake up with fleas." 

I don't want life with fleas. Deleted the app and switched to

@bluesky_social

 
There are people I will miss on TikTok, believe me. But American TikTok as an entity must die. 

The new controller is a mentally ill person bent on wholesale government surveillance and is very open on that stance. It's a story straight out of 1984.

 "Citizens will be on their best behavior because we're constantly watching and recording everything that's going on."

Threads: Magic Moves

It's not something I "did". It's something that happened. 

I'd played blitz chess for years when I got bored and just stopped trying. That's when I started the winning streak.My fame went viral and I never lost a match. I was both glorified and vilified. 

Opposing players gave a variety of reactions. Some smiled, others stormed off. For those who needed chess - or any crutch - for their worth I was their worst nightmare. 

For that was my true purpose: to be a mirror, to trigger self-discovery.

 

Threads: Suddenly

I live among the Forgotten, camped outside the city walls. We live off discarded remnants - as that's what the Insiders consider us. 

 

A trans person sits at a folding table with pieces of sliced cheese. The person was both curiously grateful and angry as I walked by, saying: 

 

"How does one drowning person ask another drowning person for help?"

 

Within the walls the last pretenses of law have disappeared. Nothing must stand in the way of the Greed religion. So we graffiti the wall with our love.

Threads: Filing Moral Bankruptcy

The end of the line, nowhere left to go. Despite her clever schemes and scams, of gaining mass approval, of doing everything to earn her a statue, hope belied her. 

She'd had chances to leave her prison marriage, chances to be free of the raging river leading to the waterfall of doom. But she completed her journey of being a helpless victim. Living off her past to pretend a present, she eschewed her future. 

No more the sun to shine, wandering mindless in hallways of grey. 

"I am Lot's wife." 

Threads: Solomon Grundy

Suddenly, everything I heard was boring yet boring while the world lost interest so I turned off the lights sinking in the farthest corner of the closet imagining myself rising into the sky seeing my roof my city my continent realizing I'm just God's passenger on a spinning orb according to the obnoid universe as I discover Solomon is right that everything is meaningless meaningless and what becomes me I know not because I let not shine in dark rot unseen yet never escaping the heartbeat within

 

Threads: Is It Safe?

Anyone who has spent the night in an abandoned building knows The Safety Dream where you rest in peace. 

During the day you see lofty apartments and think, "What if?" But they are pawns to be sacrificed in the game. 

In some ways, we're better off. Sure lowlife cops may roust us, calling us "rebel scum" but it's the 401k crowd who's in the line of fire. 

The rich imprison themselves in compounds which no person free of fear would do.

No place is safe. The world is where good things come to die.

Threads: Parked At A Park

I hate when this happens. I really do. 

Doing some sunlight reading in my car when I see two middle-aged dudes playing pickleball. The older one has his shirt off, dad bod in glorious display. 

But he's playing with a rubber mallet! 

Other guy has a proper paddle but mallet guy is struggling mightily. All sorts of things go through my mind. 

Is there a paddle shortage? Is he trying to prove something? Is the guy just nuts?

No one goes over to ask him about it. Add another mystery to the pile.🤨