go to the dispo and see if they have something disgusting for a low price (for us it was palm wine cider for 1/2 off). walk from some place bizarre and follow the tall buildings, stop at esch bar on the path home, grab a drink at each. you’ll meet bikers, loose children, see the buds blooming all pink and gummy. while you’ve got your legs, this is life.
one of the many american foods perfected in the 1960s. once someone at my work caught the toaster on fire trying to toast one of these, I’m not sure what went wrong but I wish they had burned the building down
goated app, browser is even better. i love the internet, i learn so much on it. 00s nordic emo and techno? 70s hindi psychodelia? mazurka, norteño, kendeng, c pop?
also nod to radio garden, less tailored, more fun
feeling depressed insomniac constipated nauseous? you can always buy a supplement about it. does it have a name like a russian spacecraft? was it harvested in the gobi desert? good signs. you might be missing a precious amino and you don’t even know. I haven’t found the little pill that’ll fix me *yet* but when I do you’ll all be sorry
