Silent Dan

@theralkia such is the thailand way

I have been awake for 60+ hours

@redl3tters beta mindset

@drunkardsdance Imagine starting a petty, pointless spat because you're afraid that some guy on the internet might draw green lines on you

My fav thing about the incessant "shoulder claw" analysis is that it's pitched as a tell-tale sign of a failing relationship, yet in the vast majority of these photos the photographer is specifically telling them how to pose and the guys are thinking "yeah, whatever man, let's just get this over with"

@trading_axe ROFLLLLLLLLL

Tired of seeing people sympathize and sob over this chimp getting manhandled. He's learning EARLY that NOBODY is coming to save you. They're making him GANGSTA from day one. You think you could hide behind a fluffy plushie in the fucking jungle? They would've packed his lil ass up by now. Humans went from writing books on SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST and how pack leaders are moulded to, "Awwww wittle zoo monke is getting bulliedddddd!" Fuck that lil nigga. ~ Dr. Axius.

@KILLTOPARTY 6.8

Serious question: 1-10?

How to fix your entire life for 1 night.

@trading_axe @bryan_johnson no bish wants a nigga who writes essays

Didn't read a single pixel but just know that your hydrocortisone was THROUGH THE ROOF. Deep down inside Bryan, in your innermost self, you know that "Kate" COULD HAVE been providing her warmth to someone else. You can cope all you want, but the stress that has induced on you has deducted MINIMUM 5 years off your life. It's an evil world we live in. ~ Dr. Axius.

It’s been 19 days and 20 hrs since I last felt Kate’s warm embrace. She landed 47 minutes ago. The 24 hours of travel no doubt has her rushing to shower. She needs to cleanse herself of a dirtied world incompatible with her sensibilities. The wash doubles as a ritual, preparatory for entrance into the symbolic world we’ve constructed. The time apart has been costly.  My body’s electrical signaling betrays the separation. Without her touch, my vagus nerve’s 100,000 myelinated fibers have dropped their high frequency spectral power, squawking distress. An intelligent system broadcasting diminished wave forms, hoping to be heard.  There are other signals of distress. My white blood cells have shifted their gene expression, upregulating pro-inflammatory genes IL-6 and TNF-alpha and downregulating my antiviral genes.  A pro-aging biochemical signature of a system suffering hardship. My environment is a pristine anti-aging laboratory. Air, water, food and light are meticulously measured. Toxins are filtered. Purification systems run autonomously. Biomarkers tracked. Nutrition is calibrated. Yet outside my control is the affection of another. The 68 trillion cells that constitute Bryan Johnson run non-negotiable code. They demand tenderness, and not of a whimsical type, but deep, all-encompassing love that must be earned and carefully maintained. Otherwise they protest in self-termination. She’s now only 13 miles away and I can viscerally feel her essence. The transmission pulses in high fidelity. As if there were a fiber optic cable streaming our connection at light speed through the multiplexed cylinders of glass. The time apart created latency, buffering the connection, depriving us of the luminescence and dimming into noise. In 15 minutes she will be within reach. I can visualize the whites of her eyes and smell her aroma. When she arrives, she will be shy. Whenever we are apart, she returns to zero. Her previous openness will be closed. Her emotional dynamic range will be held in reserve until she feels she is safe and can trust.  I’ll need to kindle her again. The rush of the courtship enthralls me. The anticipation drives a small cluster of my midbrain neurons to flood dopamine. Nerve fibers activate, lighting up my skin’s receptors as it awaits for slow, caressing touch. My hypothalamus begins synthesizing oxytocin, preparing to dump it upon first eye contact to ensure the reestablishment of our pair bond. This biochemical orchestra fills me with delight and sensorial want. Kate’s been mulling over what she’ll wear for days.  She’s considered dozens of possibilities and modeled out my anticipated emotional state, the weather, and our planned activities. The colors will be representative of her psychological state and be positioned to soothe mine. The texture, style, and hues will interplay with our biology. The deliberately chosen accessories will add flair, intrigue and play. This is how she flirts, seduces and bypasses my mind to speak directly to my physiology. She has other tricks too. She’s arrived. I must wait for her. Her timidness will want to determine the cadence. I hear the door crack open and her bag drop to the floor. She’s nervous. I’m on the couch, neutral and open. She rounds the corner and our eyes meet. The inhibitions wither as the magnetism draws us together. Soft hellos are whispered and our bodies interdigitate. I feel her finger tips on the back of my neck. Goose bumps light up my body. Skin nerve cells fire signals directly to my brain, bypassing the analytical mind. The hypothalamus dumps the oxytocin, inhibiting fear and lowering cortisol. The body washes itself in this anti-inflammatory chain reaction.  Our respiration and heart beats are now synchronizing. The brain piles on with a release of endorphins to soothe the psychological pain of our separation. New powers are now in control. Let them run in glory. I press my cheek against hers. The skin on skin triggers a wave of desire. I brush her lips with mine, catalyzing a massive activation of neurons in her brain, overwhelming thought and forcing presence. She relents and wants to dance. She’s home. I slip my hand under her shirt and brush the small of her back. Goosebumps spread like a wildfire across her body. Her hypothalamus stimulates the release of GnRH which tells the pituitary gland to wake up her reproductive system. Our olfactory systems consume each other with delight, signaling immune system compatibility. I move both my hands to her jawline, holding her head firmly in place. Our mirror neurons speak to each other. I know what she wants. My lips press against hers and I softly bite her lower lip. Kate’s blood vessels dilate from the acetylcholine and nitric oxide release, flushing her lips, skin and body. The cascade is nearing waterfall. The executive control of our brains surrenders. No longer concerned with the 68 trillion cells. The prefrontal cortex goes dark. Eliminating future planning and probabilistic modeling. Activity in our parietal lobes diminishes, dissolving the boundary that distinguishes between self and other. No longer is there Kate and Bryan, just a singular biological entity suspended in a state of bliss. The outside world goes quiet. It doesn’t exist. We dissolve into raw existence.

@lichthauch somehow this is your best one yet

God gave you a sword and you asked for a shield. That was your first betrayal

@DColpoys23 SIMPson

This guy is 100% perpetually stuck in missionary with boxers on.

@DColpoys23 Lolololol

If your goal in poker isn't to be rich enough to post a full frontal nude and not give a fuck. You need to reevaluate and truly ask if you really even believe in yourself.

@lichthauch amazing

The man who hoards beans and bullets and builds his fortress in the mountains has already lost the war he thinks he's preparing for, because the apocalypse he fears is not the one that's coming, and when the real collapse arrives it will not be solved by ammunition but by the neighbor who remembers you helped him five years ago when his child was sick, by the stranger who chooses not to kill you because something in your eyes reminds him there is still goodness left worth preserving. You cannot eat your gold when hunger comes, but your enemies will eat from your mercy and remember it, and on the last day when all accounts are settled it will be revealed that every fortress was a tomb and every act of kindness was a seed, and the men who stockpiled generosity will inherit what the hoarders died defending, because the apocalypse was never about scarcity of things but scarcity of trust, and trust cannot be bought or buried or hidden in a bunker, it can only be given away until it multiplies

@Nick_Palma1010 Mariano tanked for a minute before valuebetting K3 on KQxxK vs big mike in a much smaller pot before this hand, get him Nicky!!

I just watched this back lmao 🤣

@jeremyausmus 🤷🏾‍♂️

If you take a stroll on the strip these days, the amount of people out of their mind / on drugs is very concerning. It's gotten a lot worse right? I don't remember it being this bad before.

@lichthauch banger

Watch how envy transforms the envious, how it takes a man who might have been content with his small portion and makes him ravenous, makes him poor not because he lacks but because he cannot stop measuring his cup against cups he should never want. Each soul carries its own destiny, its own gifts, and the sooner we learn to carry ours with dignity, the sooner we discover that contentment was always within reach

@cryptoendgamer so good

Profound

@bitfloorsghost sent some sol to a mm, gn

@RealJessica05 i see a very braveheart

@lichthauch this is the #1 account on x

The most dangerous creatures are those who want nothing. Want makes you predictable, need makes you controllable, desire makes you weak, but the beast that has transcended hunger cannot be bargained with, cannot be bought, cannot be broken, and when you stop needing to be fed you become the thing that feeds others, when you stop needing to be feared you become the thing that makes fear itself tremble

@DColpoys23 @gunsnrosesgirl3 @grok LOLOLOL

@gunsnrosesgirl3 @grok what has a higher concentration of african americans- Inner city Baltimore or this floating monstroity?

"Icon of the Seas," the largest cruise ship in the world, entering the port of Miami,

@lichthauch you have amazing talent sir

how to become untouchable: choose something that makes your hands shake then do it until they stop shaking then do it until other people's hands shake when they watch you