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word-wright (and glutton for perception) with a palette of letters, syntax brushes, and a collection of punctuation marks, possessed by demons of his own contrivance,
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Watching a video about how the Milky Way is in the middle of a void called the "Local Hole," and I feel like being positioned this way makes us sort of cosmological dingleberries, which explains a lot.

This is where I want my mind to be, as opposed to the blasted hellscape of self deprecation and auto-bullying it cultivates for me.

constantly disappointed that no one seems to recognize how utterly shite and broken i am but me

my favorite cryptid is happiness

I've not written anything in years, and I think now I understand what it's like to be alive and dead at the same time.

I used to be a writer, now I'm just a flesh bookmark in other people's stories.

Having A Day™, so I bought myself flowers.

I know folks in garage bands are hot, but I melt immediately when I find out someone is in an attic coven.

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gaping maw within the chest, super void where the heart once beat, diaphragm unwilling to exercise the lungs above it, chilling respite of the reaper's grim embrace

Every so often I buy a Little Debbie's Cosmic Brownie, and each time I am disappointed that the "cosmic" to which they refer are sugar star sprinkles and not psychedelic compounds.

If you see this post, no, you didn't.

I wonder if we call things "awkward" because we mean "as ungainly as an auk in a foot race."

Most days it seems to me like the only thing I bring to any given table is heartburn and shitposts, the latter only occasionally being preferable to the former.

We spin fiction from the miasma of existence, what is self if not sleight of mind?

In the move to streaming we are stealing something from future generations. I'm not sure anything has ever felt so purely good, perfectly balanced zeal and calm, the thrill of occasionally just stumbling into your favorite episode of a show when you just randomly flip to a channel blind. Exultant.

such an asshat that my death rattle will be sarcastic

We just moved, I've got some time to myself and I just unpacked half of my books. Stood back, looked at them, and to the empty house declared loudly, "Ah, the 'Steve is well read and wants you to know it' starter kit. What a pretentious ass."

Imagine if you bought a can of Spam, and inside the pop top was printed: we used everything but the squeal, that'll cost you another $100.

If Hot Topic had an armor department, would they call it Hard Wear?

Every so often, when I'm putting the dishes in the washer, I think to myself, "if they break I'll never have to wash them again."

nothing quite like looking through the mirror directly into the uncanny valley

It doesn't matter who started it or why it started. I don't care where you came from or what religion you follow. Laws and their interpretation are inherently flawed. A single innocent child's death is too many. Ceasefire now 🇵🇸🕊️

We moved to a different end of our school district last weekend, and I love walking to places when we're in a newish area. It really lets you get a feel for the neighborhood, helps make my mental map so much more enduring.

Merry Christmas, cloud folk.

Frozen pipes, guy tells me to buy a hair dryer. At the store, and I couldn't care less what stylists say, I wanna know which one 4 out of 5 plumbers recommend.

Sometimes what you need on a frigid morning is passable at best 7-11 Philly cheesesteak pizza and instant coffee.

Welcome to NYC, where everyone is in a rush, and no one is on time.

I already have it, but y'all should play along if you don't (but have a PlayDate to play it on, or are waiting for 1). "What makes Teddy Ruxpin so special anyway? They're not a real cyborg, they just swallowed a tape recorder and haven't passed it yet."

What if the naughty list is just a Google spreadsheet contributed to by all the elves on shelves?

Fantastic game that I love, even though my highest score is still negative. Get it, if only as a reminder of something most of us routinely forget.

The worst thing about NYC, at least for me, is how everyone is in a rush. Even when I leave early, every delay/added task makes me feel like I'm hemorrhaging time. I'm on the double afraid I'll be terminally late for an appointment I forgot I made. Lying on the sidewalk in a pool of wasted seconds.

It doesn't matter that we call Cthulhu. They're a little miffed it's always collect.

Corkscrew? Meh. Trepanning tool to breach third eyelids?👌

Sometimes I think nothing could fix me as well as reading à la recherche du temps perdu by Proust, others I'm pretty sure it would only uncover new catastrophic faults in my already fractured understanding of reality.

I'm pretty tired of people sucking.

Saxsquatch. www.youtube.com/live/TsvcfZd...

Just left the dentist, and if there's a god, may they bless those that deliver nitrous. Truly a miraculous molecule.

Starting to think my favorite genre of music is "sounds wicked cool when you're high." I'm not even high and I'm vibing hard. Anyway, go buy Meaning's Edge by Djrum on Bandcamp. It's phenomenal.

I want to open a mall kiosk that cuts circular holes in skulls for fashion and profit: call me an entrepanneur.

Not a writer, a golem sculpted from non sequiturs and given life by the confusion it inspires in those that encounter it.

I saw the Princess Bride in the theater at 7, and I remember thinking to myself, "I wish Columbia would read me bedtime stories."

I might've grabbed a url for a game review website. Is that something I should do, do ya think?

One of the chillest and chibiest games I've ever played is Escape the Arcade. Such a good time, and completing taxes comes with warmth and encouragement.