Some of the highlights from my original Twetch account:

There is no money in BSV. That's why *all* non-Ayre-powered services are going to disappear.

Twetch is three dots followed by nothing.

I wonder what Twetch would be like if the team kissed Calvin's ass.

The inflated balloon-orator, the chef-reverend, the I-sue-you, is nearly out of air. Can't you hear how the comedic sound has become quiet? What will remain is not a positive outcome, but a group of kvetching Twetchers inside a flappy rubber bladder.

We are the urinary stones.

Life is a rug wrapped in a treadmill. There is no start nor end, because getting rugged is from start to end.

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