kip

hand burger

wiggles my butt. urrrgh hamburger

camera👉robot girl

squidward dickandballs

going to the dog groomers!!!

what the fuck they just washed my hair

is it bad that i can't see
a future out there for me?
is it bad that each day
i wonder if i can find my way?
is it bad that i don't know
which way the rivers flow?
is it bad that i can't see
the brighter sun, the greener grass?

i molest my computer

tired and more tired
and exhausted beyond
but i wake as i have always done
and i know this day will just be another one
fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun fun

uncomfortable

going onto pornhub and searching "esoteric" "metaphysical" and "kafkaesque" then giving up and searching "hand holding" "in love" and "cnc"

honestly i think it's a bit interesting that that's how i write. i mean it makes sense, a lot of the short stories that inspire me into writing short stories of my own came out of copies of Galaxy or Amazing or Fantastic, it makes sense i write with those kinds of formats in mind

... a story best seen in a pulp sci fi magazine 50 years ago...

opened bluesky in public. scrolled one post face full of penis. fuck!!

i'm voting for him

i'm so tired!!! how are u?

happy birthday!!

GOOD MORNING!!

IT'S FUN. most of the time

call me inspector the way i go go on her gadget

need a new foxhole squad. who wants to get ww1 shellshock w me

no

gauess yuo have to die now.....

yeah? you're a good dog? hm? i don't believe you. good dogs are quiet. sit. stay. don't speak. don't make any noise, mutt.

i want mac and cheese

interesting to write with we and us for this story. interesting thoughts i think? i'm not sure

i have been considering

for a very long time
I know What you will say
but do not worry

is the least of your concerns

you know being a trans person, especially a trans woman, i'm glad i'm not popular. i'd rather not be hated and under attack constantly just for nothing

and all i can do is scream
and all i can do is cry
and all i can do is beg
and all i can do is try
but i can't even do that
and i have to wonder and ask
why? why! why. why? why! why.
and all i can do is scream
and all i can do is cry
and all i can do is beg
and all i can do is try
not even.

what defines, what defines
what defines what my words
are to be said when they are
when they are said when they
what they are to mean?
what defines the structure and prose
of my flow of my means, of my
of my intent? of my intent.
as word flows into sentence
so too does my mind flow into
yours

you wanna know something crazy? no you don't. don't lie to me. i know you're lying. it's so fucking obvious. I know. Shut the fuck up. At least have the decency to be a better fucking liar. Piece of shit. You know. You know what the problem is. You know my issue, my damage, my break. Fuck you.