To know me is to love me and to hate me is to wrong me
I prefer my nights so lonely
Love blues guitar, muscle cars, and gin
I'm a simple man, I don't need much
Just my simple songs and some human touch
I'm tired now, so I'm bringin' my ass home
So let me go down the line
Let me feel it all
Joy, pain, and sky
So let me go down the line
We all burn, burn, burn and die
I thought you just did. You weren’t trying to describe the problem?
Better for whom?
It’s not a lie if I believe it.
Plato is giving me anxiety. nostr:note1cv8muqkpmyk6puyf69vzxqh7mpl652fgwm42sgnx7tl9hs3p80zshz0pjk
Obesity is the one you’d pick eh? I better do my push ups today.
Other folks don’t know the difference either. nostr:note1zey5gh3dd3ke3ek2efk6vcl8cfyw87juegacw48deu53j9g4lg2s6fdkml
Woke? nostr:note1pz2lyvp0kmafl2c23l3s4hf0qyjhgnur0pap3h7qn0n7vjta677qqgn3xt
Michael Saylor’s boating accidental. Dead or Alive.
1 Cybertruck = 1 Bitcoin
1y update nostr:note1966z26409cv9jukwnvp6agalxn4vfu0k3rhajc6k3uzthxw04xnqnscxjf

