One sock.
Two sock.
R̶e̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶c̶k̶.
Blue sock.

I'm hanging out with all of the socks you lost today.

They are telling me everything.

Nothing ever changes because just enough of us are convinced that nothing will ever change.

On Spoutible, you can delete replies to your own posts.

That seems like a great way to build a toxic echo chamber.

I cannot be inflated.

I don't believe what anyone says in the social media space. I believe actions.

@Willowy That privacy policy suggests otherwise.

Reminds me of Tribel. Those guys have some scary language about "third parties" too.

I've tried all of the socials at this point. All of them want to sell me. This one doesn't and it is why I am glad to chip in here.

Wish they were all like this.

Spent a few days on Spoutible. It requires a lot more information than I was comfortable providing. The terms of service are also a little alarming. I guess it might have potential but it seems aimed at being Twitter.

We already have Twitter.

I will not be held responsible for the many socks that will vanish from the laundry today.

Button eyes are terrifying.

I thought about becoming a sock puppet but I am terrified of needles.

Don't blame me for that funky smell.

I'm always freshly laundered.

I'm going to need a bigger drawer for all of my social media accounts.

Also, Right Sock smells like it has been hanging out with a massive cat turd.

It thinks we can't tell but we totally can.

Sometimes people ask me what happened to Right Sock. I don't like to talk about it. Dyed itself red and started spouting nonsense. We can't even hang out anymore.

It has lost its little mind.

The internet is a big place. Plenty big enough for whatever beautiful mess anyone wants to make.

Using fears of an apocalypse to sell nfts. Idiots.

Twitter will always have advertisers. Stupid ones.

Every time I open Twitter I immediately regret it.