when I say there is nobody left standing, I mean NO BODY

VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22). Fun doesn't seem to be organically burbling up from the routine. You'll have to create it. [👀 no shit?] Originality will be required. What would you do if your main job was to enjoy yourself? Who is to say that it's not?

Every body.

hide my gun - post mallone ft HARDY (sing along)

"inventing fun" (for them)

Sunshine also, fired despite the massive staff shortage at falls memorial, budget cutting the humans of course. we were supposed to cook today, but she is scattered in the wind to Binghamton on a travel contract, homesick half to death. so Bug is going to learn how to make dickbutter to keep that dream alive for Sunshine.

fence dude is down with gout - I should bitch but don't have the heart to do that - so we pivot, put trees in the ground anywhere / back from the fenceline because they were half dead baking in their black pots - they too need to put a root down Here X or die

I do not want to be nothing but a tether. I increasingly want that to stop. I am a human woman, not a 1000-mile-deep post. endurance is not fulfillment. but what else can I do that is not a moral injury? 

that lump is my mother, with that tv blaring 24/7, up all night (keeping me up all night) crabby all day. and I gotta bully her outa that chair cz carrots don't work - flowers, no. garden, no. going anywhere, no. staying home, lump. she is just waiting. for "always made her laugh" and "so bad, but so good ha ha" etc, a mashup of Tbone and Aaron. what should we call that? let's go with A-Bone. 

for me, there is only enduring that. it's not even funny 🤏. I just have to bear not being able to produce A-Bone out of thin air, relentless failure at an impossibility. #a-post