Kids’ Halloween events are a bloody torture because I can barely recognize the parents as it is. In costumes and make-up, I’m completely lost as to who is supposed to be familiar to me.

To prove that something massive has changed with Musk’s purchase of Twitter, eager leftists troll the platform for racist comments with one or two views and give them gigantic viewership. They are trying to prove that Twitter has become racist overnight by retweeting racist stuff.

I accessed the platform to see the news from the war, and instead found myself staring at a long list of really disgusting racist commentary that moderate leftists are reposting in gigantic numbers.

I wonder what we can call an eager leftist who spends his Saturday morning spamming people’s feeds with the n word to make some utterly unnecessary point.

My subconscious hates me. I had a dream in which I was listening to new songs by Pugacheva (a mega famous Soviet performer of extraordinary vulgarity). These new songs don’t exist. My subconscious invented them. The music, the lyrics, the works. And then forced me to listen to them.

Why, subconscious, why?