Monday, February 28, 2022

NSFW*

It has been, as of midnight, sixty-five days since we celebrated Christmas and yet it feels, at least to me, like the better part of a year. 

Meanwhile, by day's end today, we will have burned through the first two months of this year. Already

Whether you believe either of those observations makes no difference to me. I long ago learned the universe does not require your approval, acknowledgment, or consent. And with every passing day, even less, your existence.
-bill kenny 

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