You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I sure feel defective, though
Why am I always so clueless about things other people seem to understand?
As for Ghostbusters 3: It will feel weird without Ramis...
Why am I always so clueless about things other people seem to understand?
Grah, I know this feeling. That and "Why am I so bad at doing things that come naturally to everyone else" and "How the fuck am I going to get into college" and "How will I ever do something I enjoy?" and I'm going to stop before I give myself an existential crisis.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Introduction to Poetry I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I dreamed my family owned a small farm in a suburban area and we moved into a house there.
The farm was along a busy four-lane suburban road, right next to a mall. I was disappointed because you had to walk out and around to get between the farm and the mall, since there were fences separating the part where the two properties met.
Eventually I found a back door from the mall that led to a gate where I could get onto the farm. A mall security guard stopped me and tried to tell me the farm's owners were strict about trespassing. Rather than explaining that my family did own the farm, for whatever reason, I just started berating her and telling her to leave me alone. Dream logic, I suppose.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I dreamed my family owned a small farm in a suburban area and we moved into a house there.
The farm was along a busy four-lane suburban road, right next to a mall. I was disappointed because you had to walk out and around to get between the farm and the mall, since there were fences separating the part where the two properties met.
Eventually I found a back door from the mall that led to a gate where I could get onto the farm. A mall security guard stopped me and tried to tell me the farm's owners were strict about trespassing. Rather than explaining that my family did own the farm, for whatever reason, I just started berating her and telling her to leave me alone. Dream logic, I suppose.
I dreamed my family owned a small farm in a suburban area and we moved into a house there.
The farm was along a busy four-lane suburban road, right next to a mall. I was disappointed because you had to walk out and around to get between the farm and the mall, since there were fences separating the part where the two properties met.
Eventually I found a back door from the mall that led to a gate where I could get onto the farm. A mall security guard stopped me and tried to tell me the farm's owners were strict about trespassing. Rather than explaining that my family did own the farm, for whatever reason, I just started berating her and telling her to leave me alone. Dream logic, I suppose.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Introduction to Poetry I ask them to take a poem and hold it up to the light like a color slide or press an ear against its hive. I say drop a mouse into a poem and watch him probe his way out, or walk inside the poem's room and feel the walls for a light switch. I want them to waterski across the surface of a poem waving at the author's name on the shore. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope and torture a confession out of it. They begin beating it with a hose to find out what it really means.
a hose? do people get tortured with hoses? is that a thing?
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
It is still hard to not be pissed off about that wonderful HRT cockblock. Like ok, new psychiatrist wants to know about my entire history, wants to know about my sexuality, my sexual experience, my past mental illness, dares to question my future sex life after a surgery, doesn't like that I have a lesbian gf, can't get rid of the assumption that I'm so depressed that I'm out of my mind and making a rash decision to get my penis chopped up, doesn't understand why I imagine myself this way, thinks that it's me being confused with unrelated body issues... and then informs me that LOL NOPE, I'm not reeeeaaaaaalllllllly a lady. I WAS/AM SO PISSED OFF. FUCK. YOU. I DON'T KNOW YOU. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU. WHERE DID YOU COME FROM. WHY DOES MY ENDO HATE ME SO MUCH. WHY AM I NOT FEMININE ENOUGH. WHY IS THIS "PROCESS" IMPOSSIBLE AND CIRCULAR. WHY ARE THEY NEVER SATISFIED. WAS DRAINING HALF OF MY BLOOD AND GROPING MY BODY AND FORCING ME TO SPEND MONTHS AND MONTHS AND MONTHS JUMPING THROUGH INTENTIONALLY OBLIQUE HOOPS NOT ENOUGH. WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO TO PROVE THAT I DESERVE ESTROGEN.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
My hair is going to fall out and I am going to get tall and burly and have a veritable wild forest of body hair and a huge beard and a giant rock-hard penis that won't get out of the way and then I will be like 80 years old when I finally enough money to force a doctor to administer hormones but I will still be refused because I will be on my deathbed and then I will deeply regret not killing myself before and, not deserving a dignified death, I will shave off all my body hair and castrate myself and slit my wrists and jump out of a 5th floor window to my death.
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
I bet no one says anything because they think that I don't deserve the treatment I want. U.U Maybe I don't. But still, it makes me want to die. It really does. It's like puberty again, except worse because I came out and it only caused problems.
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i think it comes with being still young, but not that young anymore
maybe
if it helps any, i can relate to everything you said there, and i was accepted into college
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
boop
Stupid browser
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Things Miko already knew but most people don't know, yay.
I am such a brat. w/e