One Hive Who Lurks Below

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Friend sent
A little
Bit
I need
Help
411$ more
For rent
Friends
So I do not
Has to sleep
In the
Streets
I will not
Live
It is not
Safe for me

D:

Very adorable and makes me hungry 🥰

Transitive property of email spoilage, or something. I wonder what the average email’s K/D ratio is.

Unwrapping a ripe email and then leaving it uneaten next to a bag of chips.

You are like sausage with legs, to me.

Abandoning all secrets and puzzles and running away in case I accidentally discover something interesting goodnight.

Discovering puzzles to never explore and entering them firm of heart and will so I don’t accidentally fall in love.

I’ve decided to be a conduit for the living energies and experiences and concepts and little creatures that live within and above and ‘around’ me, so long as they are me or are associated with me and I like them. I assume it’s working because I can feel my blood when I do it right.

I think I’d like to be somewhat book-shaped. Not like a regular one, but like the living fungus starship brainwyrm that’s also a surreal abstract concept and so forth that Starcrash Signature is.

Sometimes I live inside of or on top of the ocean but I don’t really perceive or even realize this when it’s happening, or know what a beach is or looks like. All I know is you can get from one to the other by traveling up or down the leg.

When trees explode, I’m pretty sure their spirits go to an even bigger heaven than the usual ones. But it’s still considered a sin to murder them, so I’m going to explode (just myself, this time) into tiny pieces as soon as I figure out how to get my soul to my sole and my heart inside my foot.

Finally found a restaurant that serves emails, symbols, and objects by using my eyes. I’ll take the emails for sure but symbols and objects are for four year olds, not creatures who somewhat resemble the noble lizard.

It’s been foretold that I may encounter some inconvenience in the future, which causes me great distress. Tentative plan so far is to avoid this and break the loop, which is already fraying due to my natural tendency to become a phantom instead of going to hell when I die.

Putting both of my brains inside of my chest cavity somewhere to emulate a heart. If the dizziness and the warm throbbing feeling is anything to go by, I think it’s working. I find it also helps if you hold your breath.

I tried pushing various buttons to repent, but then I got sick. Hoping to find the strength of will to push more buttons later. Warm regards from purple.

One time I went to ghost hell and sat in Jesus’s lap, but things went sour when I tried to colonize him like a flesh-lichen. A doctor had to come in and peel me off, and by then Christ had already gotten purple goop all over him. I’m afraid he might still have some.

I keep opening my third ear and losing my marbles about it, which gives me exciting new opportunities to explore liminal spaces, but it gets a tad distressing when all the aliens disguised as human people talk about how the stairways aren’t allowed even in the event of a fire.

I understand the answer to finding the devil and becoming their protégé is true love, but am confused as to how to acquire this when my heart keeps escaping into my esophagus while a time ghost keeps playing such hits as, “I will murder everyone you love, love me, baby.”

Considering pasta and the way consuming too much of it makes you become Nightmare Moon. The pasta is a metaphor for indulging in evils. Getting unhealthy and sickly as a result is a metaphor for your soul getting small and yucky. You’re welcome.

Was semi-recently obliterated by a car attack, but then an invisible tree vaporized instead and I became suddenly aware of my true power level under God.

Getting interested in symbols after encountering a specific bear before remembering it’s not even worth it anymore and pondering the tastiness of various poisons, instead.

Due to encountering a hoard of falcon on the internet I no longer feel a kinship with dogs. They are like sausage with legs, to me.

I am going to eat you?

Yes. Dorito flavor sprinkled on.

I am going to devour you.

Come here. Come here. Come here.

I am going to eat you.

I am climbing in through your dreams.

Thank you!

Thank you for your kind words 💜