Jake: Last Week, Isa Tried To Flush A Live Lobster Down The Toilet "because It Worked For Nemo".

constellations of stars, murals on city walls

i don’t see nobody but you

you’re my vice, you’re my muse

you’re the nineteenth floor view

i don’t see nobody but you

Isa: I think it’s so unfair that I have to manage my anger just because people can’t manage their stupidity.

Isa: Why can’t any of you ever clean up after yourselves?

Jake: I have a person who does that for me:

Isa: Yeah, ME.

Jake: I’m glad you agree.

Isa: Your call is very important to us. So please enjoy this 40 minutes flute solo.

Jake: *starts playing the flute*

Isa: It’s not the best, but it’ll do.

Isa: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out! Jake: In a dating type of way or assassination type of way? Isa: I don't know, surprise me!

Jake: *finger guns* Hey, cool beans, how are you?

Kai: *whispers* She’s so cool.

Isa: You have such low standards.

Jake: What is the definition of love?

Isa: Love is a good deal. Bargain shopping for ice cream.

Jake:

Isa: Or escaping from communist China. Either way works fine.

i do not pity israel. never have, and never will.

each night that gaza experiences is deadlier than the last, as idf soldiers record propaganda tiktoks, make rave parties and grwms and fit checks, gloat over having food and water, and film themselves deriving sadistic pleasure from torturing their hostages and victims and desecrating the dead.

Palestinians have to display their martyred before the camera for you to believe the atrocities that the zionist entity has subjected them to. they cannot even mourn in private. the apartheid entity murders them in cold blood, and you deliver the killing blow by doubting them.

babies whose families have been killed will never get to know their own name.

i can't reshare a tenth of the videos and photos that cross my timeline. i have seen more dead children in the past month than i have known death my entire life.

israeli settlers burn olive trees, bomb bakeries and fishing boats, shower white phosphorus and earthquake bombs on the captive civilians of gaza. you already know about the disastrous effects of white phosphorus, but earthquake bombs were last used during ww2 to wipe out entire cities.

how holy is the land that seeks to be built over the mass graves of thousands of children? is it holier than the miracle of a child being born in this hypocritical world?

all 11 universities in gaza have been bombed. academics should be agitating right now, especially those who call themselves "decolonial thinkers." destruction of universities is a sinisterly deliberate act to sabotage the Palestinians who will survive this great catastrophe.

the act of cleansing your hands before prayer is extremely important to muslims. no part of us can remotely comprehend the grief of the mother who refused to wash her hands from the blood of her children after losing them in a zionist airstrike over gaza. "I swear I won't wash them, I won't wash my hands, how else am I supposed to sleep near my kids."

it is only both moral and right when one side defends itself. the other side are the price of war, no better than insects and cattle and sheep left to die within the four walls of the slaughterhouse.

this situation should not be up for debate, but let me finish with one final thing : do your research about Palestine. HOWEVER. you do not need a degree in middle east studies to object to an ongoing genocide. if someone outwits you in a debate about historical details and every nuance of a subject, you were and will remain entirely correct in objecting to a genocide.

may those martyred rest in peace and be reunited again with their loved ones in heaven's eternal vastness.

DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.

glory to Palestinian resistance. from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.

Isa: Jake, what is it called when you can’t sleep at night?

Jake: Depression, obviously.

Isa: Was it not Insomnia?

Jake: They changed it this year.

Isa: My love for you is like dirty socks.

Jake: You know what, I’m tired of these weird-.

Isa: It’s worth washing.

Jake: *tearing up* Okay.