Indian pipe (Monotropa uniflora)
dump site behind a cemetery
phloxplosion
lovely restoration work
Le Grand Poutinefest in the Vieux Port
lil wing
plus qu’hier mois que demain
Feline queen and she knows itttt
bounty from my mini garden in the city
these things we take for granted
Common Blue butterfly in the field next to the new Glen hospital. the city of Montreal should turn that section of the hospital property into an actual butterfly garden, never seen so many butterflies in my life
chipmunk 😍
the cool, cool river
before me, a tunnel leading to a forest of cool soothing darkness on a hot summer night.
sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is behind you, not before you.
i dunno.
took this last night, caught an inadvertant (bike) light at the end of the tunnel (behind me)… drr
this leg is a beast
it’ll do
I need to go somewhere warm and sunny and safe and peaceful next to the ocean and some mountains and good people, and just… sleep… for a year
Going on stage and encouraging your fans to kill politicians is not it, chief.
Not a fan of Trump but glad he’s still alive, I guess, not really invested emotionally either way. Joe Biden is the one who allegedly assaulted his own daughter, will not be upset when he dies but certainly wouldn’t go on stage and tell millions of fans to kill him, holy shit.
Keep your angry thoughts to temporary shitposts that very few people ever see, except for your stalkers and gawkers, and delete them when the emotion passes and you’re cheerful and optimistic again.
Don’t go on a public stage with a huge audience and encourage your FANATICS to hurt people, you have a burden of responsibility.
I don’t. I don’t have any fans.
No fans or followers, no burden of responsibility, really.
My words are mostly nothing more than the sound of one hand clapping. Futile and empty.