Greg Girard, Tokyo

very freeing to tell your friend you have nothing going on. what is up with me? isolation. in my room. 24x7.

'distinctive back tattoo of british "rock poetess" joolz' in body styles - ted polhemus (1988)

Lake Mungo (2008) dir. Joel Anderson

my mom is knee deep into bjp and sanghi propaganda. she's watching videos with titles such as - what's inside a muslim's head? she's trying so hard to rationalize this shit. lmao. i can't, just send help.

she's telling me "so many people have come forward with experiences (with muslims). they are so aggressive." so what do we do after a terror attack? recollect and bond over the few times muslims were rude towards you and forget everything else. every other experience laced with harmony and commonality goes out the window, the experiences which by far outnumber the bad ones. great.

yall this country is a joke. they are bursting fire crackers, beating drums, fucking party music everywhere. you wanna know why? cause indian military is successfully intercepting pakistan's missiles. which i am very happy they are. cause this is them actually doing their job. but how unserious are people. imagine being in the cities where the missiles are directed. they are fearing for their lives. people have been killed in other areas.

nothing about this is fun. but this demented media sensationalizing a war and turning it into a marvel movie for their trp. this is indian tv brainrot. plus how jobless are they that they can party whenever they want literally close to midnight? limitless lawlessness.

does anyone want their pussy ate. does anyone want me to make them cum this summer. does anyone want me.

got out of chem exam to see lunatics praising a cowardly bombing operation where children were injured, perhaps even killed. brainwashed warmongerers far away from the epicentre of the pahalgam attack calling for bloodshed. i hate this country. i fucking hate these stupid social media obsessed people. i hate the eradication of nuance and consideration. i hate these people calling for a spectacle out of death. comparing bombs to diwali like it's a fucking joke. fuck them. fuck u bjp, fuck u silent opposition. a suffering economy, joblessness, massive corruption and multiple states with their own internal devastating conflicts and we are just supposed to look away. accept their heinousness.

omg 84-71=13 => 40-13=27=13+14=√169+√196

behold the adjacent squares.

my body clock fucked. appetite fucked. spinal cord also fucked. enthusiasm and will to live dwindling with each day. and it's not even summer yet.