The Best Patrick ☭ @thebestpatrick@mastodon.social

A medieval painting portraying the flaws of twitter and the users eventual flight to Mastodon, turning their tweets into toots.

Social democrats trying to find solutions to capitalism's inherent contradictions.

It's my birthday!!1!

Every night as I go to bed, I think I need to get a better blanket, then in the morning, as I cast my awful blanket aside, it is the furthest thing from my mind.

Why would I need a blanket now, it is morning?

And so, I go for months, with my awful, inadequate blanket.

Space Jam was based on The Wealth of Nations

Ah periodic anxiety spikes, good times. You have to love it.

Just not a great day :/

"I'm missing *time*!" my girlfriend exclaims. I know she's just talking about a scheduling thing for work, but in my head I'm already writing a science fiction neonoir.

Carefully painting a stylized shark mouth and eyes on the sides of my dick like a P-40 Warhawk

A voice is the ultimate mouth sound

The second yeeting of Prague

My dog does not fear fireworks, he charges out at them and tells them to be silent, then trots arrogantly around in the pauses between as though he, through force of will, has brought peace to the land.

Going to be one of those days where I'm just pointlessly anxious, huh? Fun.

New phone, who dis ?

I don't know which of you I saw today, but one of you was on my street.

You common cry of curs! whose breath I hate
As reek o' the rotten fens, whose loves I prize
As the dead carcasses of unburied men
That do corrupt my air, I cancel you;
And here remain with your uncertainty!
Let every feeble rumour shake your hearts!
Your enemies, with nodding of their plumes,
Fan you into despair! Have the power still
To cancel your defenders; till at length