Denizens of Starland . . . it is 12:37 am Central European Time (CET) and I am sitting on a park bench in the dark in a witch-themed playground near my house . . . I’m listening to the BLADE RUNNER soundtrack and the gummy just kicked in LOL
(Next full moon in nine days . . .)
yeah
. . . someone had to say it!
In case you somehow didn’t know, today is
Earlier I was chillin at the laundromat in my Hooters shirt just feeling real good about everything, more or less. Since returning to Berlin, I have put on seven pounds I desperately needed simply by eating three meals a day and exercising a lot. My skin has cleared up from all the foul air and poisonous food I’d been exposed to in the United States. I couldn’t take much more of that stuff! My lips are still a little chapped from staying in Monty’s apartment . . . we all ended up with chapped lips on account of the air filters having not been changed in like four years. But I will be healed by the pure air in my Berlin apartment soon enough.
After I had moved about 500 black T-shirts to the dryer, I knew it was
. . . or as I like to say: Time For Bread. And so I strutted down the block to the nearby Budni and got a pretzel croissant and a protein shake and a granola bar. Back outside, I found a yellow park bench and sat down and consumed it all. It was overcast with low-hanging blue clouds, but warm and breezy out and the sidewalks were nice and quiet. I felt a calmness. My neighborhood is so peaceful and beautiful . . . Hey: I love it.
In one week I will be in Estonia, in the capital city of Tallinn. I love the Estonian people (and have been accused of “collecting” them (not untrue)), but I ain’t never been to their homeland before. I’ve been meaning to visit for like eight years, so here we go. Emel could hardly believe it when I told her:
Maybe she’ll even hang out with me!!!
If you’d like a postcard from Estonia, just SAY THE WORD.
And now I shall sit down upon my Persian rug and fold my laundry. I feel a great longing for someone across the Atlantic, but there’s nothing I can do about it just yet, so I suppose I will just keep on yearning . . .
This is the best a man has ever looked.
(I once met a girl in Oakland, who for some reason came to my 26th birthday, and it was there she told me she didn’t think Harrison Ford was hot. To which I replied: “Baby, you’re dead wrong.” She later invited me over to watch one of the worst TV shows I’ve ever seen. Nice girl though . . .)
Also: don’t pay any mind to the haters . . . hating on this movie is the Normie Take. TEMPLE OF DOOM rules.
guy looks like a school shooter! i wouldn’t even trust this motherfucker to tie my shoe, all due respect LOL
the best planet
. . . hey man why the fuck not!!!!!!!! 🇪🇪
