press the brain firmly down into the juicer to produce one (1) mistake

glaring at the sun outside as is tradition

i am the schlemiel. i am the schlamazel.

rode my bike until the pedal fell off today (almost immediately, not that good at putting a bike together)

screaming into the postbox, just popping that right in the post for you

and now everything is worse

in a way haven't we all been wearing masks this whole ti-

when we get out of here everybody's going to be so bad at hanging out. gonna be at a party where nobody knows how to stand cause they're only used to socialising from the chest up.

house full of dead tulips

i apologise for my repetitive, faulty, and annoying tweets today but also every day