Friends, as the title of a not-so-great album by the Get Up Kids goes: There Are Rules. And since we don't have enough of those here, I'm proposing a couple that might be essential: AT MOST ONE PROPOSAL A DAY because why not.
PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU SUGGEST STUFF NOT JUST FROM THIS YEAR, BUT AT LEAST FROM THE LAST TWO/THREE YEARS OR SOMETHING OBSCURE A BIT FROM THE PROVINCE OF THE EMPIRE, also because why not.
So I withdraw among the self-exiled, saving the place and it’s 5:16. I’m in an after, writing my thesis, and I log onto Debaser. Sorry for the momentary – but evidently sensitive – absence. I have some tasty things for you. Trust me. With one hand I make a fist, with the other the gun.
@[heartshapedbox] provided this is all okay with you, or my Camilla Vallejo. Otherwise, it seems I might have to exile myself. I raise the middle finger to the ring finger and with my hand I make a west coast sign.