Free Chaos

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

it’s not my circus anymore and i lost custody of the monkeys

“get the fries, you’ll need the energy in the coming days”

Cmon man

what doesn't kill you makes you stay on tumblr for 13 years and counting

People are like “it’s so beautiful no clouds at all” it could use a little clouds if I had to be honest.

And he froze the rent only six months into his term.

I WAS BORN YESTERDAY. I JUST BLEW IN FROM STUPID TOWN. THIS IS MY FIRST RODEO. PLEASE BE PATIENT WITH ME.

It's cool how old alcohol is. A meth addict is a novel and rootless thing but the humble alkie is in a noble tradition millenia long counting great statesmen, artists, scientists, etc among their rank. And by chance! Can you imagine if yeast made a stimulant? We'd be on the moon!