I went out and looked at the squash and I could hear the bees. I thought it was a swarm somewhere. Moving hives. But the squash has so many flowers there are a hundred bees. Humming and pollinating in the big deep orange blossoms. The flowers are male or female. The male ones had buds for a long time, but just opened. At the end of the cycle. New little squashes now are born yellow and die. Leaves going yellow. The plants are dying. I give them more fertilizer. But they feel gassed out. Like they’ve used their time on Earth.
With their time they made huge squashes. I’ll have insane butternut squash. The best you ever had. I made compost for 3 years. Coffee grounds and carrot stumps turned into this black ooze in a Walmart storage bin. It stuck like tar. Smelled like fresh shit. Shoveled it into trenches in the desert soil. And the squash went nuts. The strongest plants weren’t the ones I babied. Plastic wrap and little coconut husk pots. They were extra seeds I threw out in the compost. I buried the compost. They waited a month and erupted. Shockingly strong giant steroidal plants. Zeppelin size squashes that will feed me through the apocalypse. The plants know what to do. You turn on the hose. Butterflies and lizards come to drink. God works with you.
delicioustacos 
Next, a collab with Roosh.
Why and how did all these socially awkward online dudes who used to be “about that game, yo” get so sad and desperate?
Was DT ever about pickup? Like Owen and Julien from RSD? I don’t think so… perhaps I missed that phase of his writing. Lol
Someone who is still going strong it seems is Rollo aka Rational Male. He has been blowing up YouTube lately. But most of it has gone MGTOW Tiktok clips like Replicant Phish.
Anyways, enjoy gloating in the remains of western culture Mr. Foos. Hope that works out well for you. If that was even your point. I’m not sure what game has to do with farming squash, but perhaps you’ll enlighten us?
Ciao.
F8ck your Western “culture”. The default is being a consumer sheeple, being fleeced, and gossiping with fellow sheeples about your trite little lives.
Ya’ll are broke and just barely existing. Case in point, you keeping track of the whole genre still.
long time reader, first time commenter
you’ve turned (or are turning) another corner; this is electric stuff
hope you’re well, looking forward to true love
This poast made me think of Joseph Baena…
Why is it always the “game” bros who can’t figure out life?