the grief is never-ending but so is the basketball.

i wish i had it in me to rebute some of the fuck-ass comments to a recent tweet of mine, really i do. but at 16 i cathected to the lil wayne line, ‘real G’s move in silence like lasagna,’ and have lived by it ever since.

everyone get more marxist NOW

When me and my friends find E.T.

best part of getting older as a woman is your voice getting deeper and sexier and sexier. worst part is all the rest of it.

in the name of the father, the son, and the specter of communism haunting europe

At the age where it’s like that’s fine

Happy paddys day, up the IRA

happy st. patrick’s day from my irish setter. she yearns for brits out and éire aontaithe.

incredible find in the back of my latest powell’s purchase.

with every tweet i stray further from the truth.

since brazil was robbed tn i think we deserve the title of “first latin american nation to build a nuke”

If THE SECRET AGENT wins Best Picture then I promise I'll get a tramp stamp that says "More a communist than a capitalist"

zohran mamdani just passed a bill that says the man in crown heights with whom i once had a torrid affair has to mail my zvex fuzz factory pedal pack to me.

so the reason you keep noticing pynchonian stuff in the real world is that’s where his books are set

It was easy for Kate Moss to say nothing tastes as good as being skinny feels because she was from England in the 90s. If she had access to takis the whole trajectory of fashion would’ve been very different

https://t.co/QbQ63nLpdR

it saddens me to see blue checkmarks shamelessly recycle others’ tweets from years past. much lost in the appropriation. did they think we forgot? so long as i am on this site, there will be at least one who remembers.

can this be a solution

i of course don’t know how ballistic missiles work. because i’m pure of heart and sound of mind.

some of you have never walked a mile to the C and sprinted up four flights of stairs to catch the L at broadway junction and ridden it six stops just to hang at an apartment your friends called ‘the money pad’