I was signing in to a building for a commission, I wrote the date as 6/21 and a moment later I chuckled, knowing what that number meant in my fallen state of mind.
No matter how sigma of a rizzler you are, pulling gyatts by the fanum tax back to your goon cave in Ohio, or how you disdain such kind as them, the most severe and prevalent form of brainrot is unrestrictive internet pornography, in which you subject your psyche, dopamine receptors and body to witness and experience some of the most depraved content accessible by a few clicks on the mouse. It's worse than any short form content or terminally online babbel slang; it not only rots your brain, but your soul.

I thought about it last night, yet still somehow glossed over it without telling it; last night was the first day of Summer in a Full Moon on a Friday night, that was something very special.