don’t change the channel
she ferment my cucumber til i pickle
reinvention not in progress
i’ve been complicit in the genocide of the bugs in my windowsill… literally mountains of dead little bug bodies
i recently found out that posturex1 passed away a few months ago… RIP
all of everything blurred into one of something. the here and now aren’t what they may initially seem to be…
chester cheez-it (chester cheetah if he were transformed into a sentient cheez-it)
baked potatoe.
when i wear sunglasses, everything’s a little bit dimmer
he gave his cousin WHAT!?!?
BIG ANT WAS HERE
the bell cannot be unrung. now, the monster is upon me. my movement is still, my breathing calm and measured. it has to be, so it is. if i make one move out of turn, the beast will wrangle me in it’s great maw.
i’m not sure if i should add the scream
UPDATE: i feel like a fool
i cannot go one day without losing these stupid goddamned capos
slimerance [slahy-mer-uhns] noun, the state of being obsessively infatuated with slime or other goo-like substances
i’m always almost there. for at least 6 months. i need it done soon though, it’s just difficult. i kind of have to get it finalized before june 20th. really 2 weeks before that MINIMUM
it is april.
it is march.
is nothing everywhere? if so, is everything anywhere or nowhere? just nothing to think about
stanley. stanleigh? i could go either way
what if someone made a utensil combining the functionality of both a spoon and a fork? that would be cool i think
le chien est tres jolie. il parler en woofs. “woof”.