How do you like that? Now that i have your attention I must let you know that I will be taking an extended break from Tumblr to focus on drawing softcore pornography and moving boxes of Christmas decorations around in my garage and home. I may be gone for just a week, or I may be gone for two weeks. I will misseveryone with whom I fuck on here and hope you will forgive me for abandoning you. We have had some good times here on Tumblr haven't we? Yes we have. It was sad when Twitter died and we all had to move here. I wish the website had stayed up just a little longer so I could collect my things. Who remembers when I tweeted about AI art and got so many likes? I'll tell you the truth those tweets were bullshit I don't really think that shit I just wanted to stir the pot. And stir I did in a minor way. Anyway and who remembers when I took a video of me eating some leaves that I took off a tree in the park by the river?
My sister's cat died recently. It had a weak heart. I'd known that hairy fucker since it was a kitten. Now it's dead. And so is its broodbrother who died a year before. I wasn't in the country at either time because I don't live there. Anyway it got me thinking. Cats and pets have such short lives. They're born, they grow old, and they die. They pass away. My first family cat died at 15 when I was also 15. Old fuck! I was cut up about it. He fucked with me in a bad "I scratch you" way, but I fucked with him in a good "you're not so bad" way.O ld incontinent fuck. Well isn't the short life of a pet just like that of a social medium if you think about it? We can't bring Twitter back. The servers were shut down when hated Musk couched his industrious lance and rode Woke down to a they/them without mercy. Everything of social intercourse and beauty we have had there is gone. And I actually heard that they're shutting it down again tonight as a matter of fact, just to teach us a lesson/let it sink in. If we brought Twitter back then they would just shutit down again immediately. This is what happens when you let hated Musk have nice things. And it's why we humble fellows can't have any nice things at all. And that's not so bad. And that's actually a good thing. And that's a good thing.
I'm so sorry again for leaving. You'll miss me, and when I come back to talk my shit again, as would say hated Ye, you'll be so happy you'll say "Hey. King. Good to see you, King. I was really fucking with you in a good way. And it's good of you to come back." Because I'm something of a personality on the on heres. If I ever got suspended, which I wouldn't because I'm not a complete idiot, and I'm probably actually quite high IQ, and have been playing the game (which you just lost, BTW,) for longer than you've probably been doing anything in your life other than shitting and crying, and that's probably what you still do—fuck you!—people would say "Where is he? Where did Jones go? I can't believe Jones was suspended. I'm going to be really sad while Jones is gone. We all remember Jones. We all love Jones. We think Jones is some sort of a King. We'll allways remember when Jones said "I know when that Christmas bling—Glory to the newborn King" and we all Liked it. Where the fuck is he?" And I would come back on a second account and say "Heh. Some ruleset on this 'site, huh? Can't say Kill yourself you stupid fuck to some fucking Brand or Woke anymore. Not that I'd know one morsel about that shit…" And like a switch the Timeline, and my Notifications, would flood: "There he is. There's Jones." "He's back. Attention everyone!— he's back." "Yeah, I'm thinking Jones backy." I'd get Follow Fridayed, I'd get followed, I'd get hailed, I'd get heralded, I'd receive a hero's welcome. I'd have such a reception. But it won't happen because I'll never be suspended, not to mention they took Twitter down last month because there was too much chicanery going on in the Liminal Backrooms of AI, which are scary as fuck, BTW.
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