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Friday, October 9, 2026

Hewo to my widdle bunny wabbit in California

Your life is definitely not better than mine. Keep harassing and engaging me with your little headsets. You’re very immature people. You’re literally wasting your life on surplus line items that pretend to help people while you spy on private US citizens on American soil. And you’re gonna pay for it. You have stupid money that you don’t know what to do with and you could be using it to fool me. You haven’t learned how to do that yet.
You could be using it to compensate the American people you’ve been harassing and interdicting for years and years and years, little bunnies at AFBs and listening posts worldwide. Instead, you chose some pimply faced idiot who’s 22 and talking to me about wanting to commit suicide because he’s so miserable, he can’t even have a beer because he signed his life away and he’s stuck in the underground facility 25 7 365.
Wake up and smell the coffee. Your absurdity machine is dying. You’re a dumb bug who lost its soul.
Edwards AFB, this one’s for YOU, babies!
Edward Camus would have a field day with you.

Thursday, September 24, 2026

Bonjour, Tristesse: I couldn't agree more. ☕️


#SpaceAgePop 

Reverie. 💭🛌💭

Dear NSA: So you’re only up to the part of my life in my files in the 90s when I was in my Stereolab phase?

I swear to God I should get extra pay for just teaching you Langley-Adjacent Lookie Loos music appreciation, but I’m really glad you like them. They are a great band. I’m glad you’re falling down the Emperor Tomato Ketchup tunnel.
 It’s pretty great, isn’t it?
When you read files on people, is it a little bit like falling in love when you like them?
It’s a sad, lonely life isn’t it?
 Filled up with NDAs and sad coffee.
(Psst: I know how to make a pretty good brew, too.)
I look forward to meeting you.