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….and I'm sitting in the ruins remembering this. I've also remembered a joke: What do you call an Ice cream man with no freezer? A cream man. I don't really understand jokes, Nor anything very much as I'm a greatly reduced version of what I used to be. Obviously not a viable form but I'm doing better than you lot. Rattling memories and hollow bones. Leaves a taste so bitter and cold. More memories. How about another joke? Dressing like a nazi is cultural appropriation. That isn't even structured like a joke! I think I'm going to abandon this for now and maybe I'll draw a silly picture or post another photo of an actual rabbit to accompany my explanation of what happened and why I'm like this. MUCH LOVE B the R

It's what you shouldn't say when you go to Paris. On the subject of things that shouldn't be said, there's some rather toxic opinions later on in this post so consider this a trigger warning! However before that a quick explanation of what's been going on: Well it's summer solstice 2022 and I'm still here despite a global pandemic and World War Three. I'm sorry I've not been posting all that much these days but I got all miffed when the host site messed around with the format and what few friends I had seemed to vanish like midnight smoke. It doesn't matter- nobody ever read this anyway! Who cares? Anyhoo I was out and about the other day and who should I run into but Edward Colston! That's right, the slave-trading Tory whose statue was so recently toppled in the English City of Bristol and then dumped in the harbour. Well like most people I thought he'd died 300 years ago but apparently not. I told him I was from the internet and asked him for his reaction to what was done to his

Every night is the same: "This is not a dream. We are using the electrical apparatus of your brain to recieve a message we are transmitting from your future."Then it starts going on about weapons yield and isotope half-lives. I should eat less cheese at bedtime. Quack!