I went with a leafy/viney sort of thing.
To evoke the vines that grow out of Helen Vaughan's hair in "
Helen's Story".
I tried tentacles for Cthulhu, and Necronomicon lettering, and the former all sucked, and the latter were all paywalled. So, you all got this instead.
And yes, you can barely make it out, but that's the "I no longer give a fuck" attitude I'm coming at this year with.
Anyhoo!
I said last year....
Well, here we are.
The red-hat animal-monsters got their precious monster overlord.
The death clock is ticking.
We'll see how far along I can go before I get Anne Frank-ed or Navalney-ed.
The animal-monsters are turning on their monster overlord over the burning economy, and delaying release of the Epstein Files.
Pathetic that their faces have to be eaten by the leopard for them to wake from their stupor.
Encouraging that they still can.
There are sill dead-enders that'll go over the cliff for the fucker though.
MAGA is factionalizing over both Trump going senile, and Charlie Kirk being shot.
America is collapsing as a superpower, and maybe it's for the best.
As for being Ann Frank-ed, I've suddenly got twinkles of cautious optimism.
-The 2020's are still sucking pretty fucking hard.
We're half way through 'em, and they're half ruined.
Said this word-for-word last year, and it hasn't changed.
-We've officially put up with Trump for a fucking decade. Even when he was gone for 4 years, he was pulling the strings of the MAGA congress. 😒
-We also lost Malcolm-Jamal Warner, Rob Reiner, and Ozzy Osbourne.
-Still working on my book. Got more optimism about that now.
All the hard elbow-greasy statue chiseling is paying off.
-AI, AI, AI.
-Tech-bros, tech-bros, tech-bros.
-Affordability, affordability, affordability.
I don't even know what to ask of 2026.
I just don't want to starve or freeze to death.
If doomsday comes, make it quick.
If not, then leave me the Hell alone, whole-damned-world.
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