For the past like, half hour, I have been dead convinced that someone broke into the house, but I can find no evidence of anyone being here but me, and nothing is out of place or has been taken.
I keep occaisonally feeling footsteps (and yes that is a thing, at least in a flimsily constructed mobile home), but I think that might just be our neighbors/the cats, they're all very feint.
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
For the past like, half hour, I have been dead convinced that someone broke into the house, but I can find no evidence of anyone being here but me, and nothing is out of place or has been taken.
I used to be really bad about this stuff, especially back when I was home alone on a regular basis...
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
Gross things:
Spoiler:
The trash can outside is covered in maggots thanks to the friggin' raccoons tearing open all the garbage bags
in a future where joss whedon reigns supreme, space is stuck in a heteronormative hell prison where failure to make dry cool quips results in a brutal death
like i read it over a few times and i'm not sure where things were coming from, the trajectories of the thoughts expressed seem off, as though they are only half-related
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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
an artistic depiction of me, in a garbage truck being driven by kanye west
it's nature
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
For the past like, half hour, I have been dead convinced that someone broke into the house, but I can find no evidence of anyone being here but me, and nothing is out of place or has been taken.
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
I'm probably just gonna play Hearthstone. Strategy games are a good way to take one's mind off things.
If a thief is here, they'll be sorely disappointed. Not much to steal.
For one day, and I will leave tomorrow morning to go to Arizona.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Y'know, the veneration of cows in Hinduism is kind of interesting. Apparently it actually includes a cow planet.
Drink plenty of (non-poisonous) liquids
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
and we share a metal trash bin with the clinic across the way
Obama please study up on who makes/builds things you are embarrassing us.
the altercation that made him leave seems very...
off now that i think about it.
like i read it over a few times and i'm not sure where things were coming from, the trajectories of the thoughts expressed seem off, as though they are only half-related
at and passed, not meeting
like, he was angry for a reason and he didn't really explain the reason
after a while i thought that maybe he was just having a bad day
but if he was having a bad day, he would have come back by now
so it wasn't that