Does not play well with others

Self isolation

Persecution complexes in this fandom are insane

Yes he is very good at being a bunny. He is not meant to count

Bunny is clearly trying to learn to count but I'm not sure that brain does math

I don't really like being alive

It’s crazy that the hide your posts on your profile feature on reddit straight up doesn’t work and they haven’t fixed it

Things always get weird in strange situations

I did get a lot done today at least.

o ear 'gainst ground,
eavesdropping growing whisper,
prowling about a crowd's halt
heaving raw, seething vows sinister
grown aloud;

bedrock's bleak azure,
brighten by the stellar hue
always pale, cold and unsure,
not belying what's what's cue
or if it'd be, once ensued,
either true or misconstrued.

and thus its rays fell,
till, quivering, they did splice
the sprouts of every spell,
despite the cassocks and surplices,
to tell,

just as well as possible,
with words concealed inside words
spake through mandibles' inhospitable,
foulest, high kangaroo courts'
faulty albums.

beneath the ballast-ic panels
yester-fall'n in disarrayed
spread, nearly brok'n into shambles,
uprooting trees as if they
were fennels;

piercing the eyes, jaundiced,
from all too stale expectation
mirrored by the lawful dust
subjoined onto the sensation
of lust: —

patterns seen with closéd eyes,
with opened eyes without glasses;
patterns strung with honest lies,
plaited with fine linen dresses.

of the bathroom window-panes;
seeing patterns on the mold
sprinkling a towel hung, inane
next to the shower and bowl;

patterns on the cement splattered,
was it one, two years ago?,
now dry, clear-voicèd grey, tattered
'gainst the summer-yellow glow

Scrambles my brain

Struggle to be online lately, people are always so intense about whatever the daily psyop/fandom problem is and it’s really tiring.

[redacted] you're the only bitch I respect around here

So hard to care about anything

Makes sense, my eyesight is already bad

Can people zoom in with their eyes? I don't think I can

The Shellshock
Will Pass.

sleeping with a kaleidoscope, glass pipe, and a half ping-pong ball under my pillow "in case the portal opens"

I’ve come full circle on kms jokes. I think they’re funny and healthy.

Dogma vs nuance

breath-winnowed hackles,
uprooted from this coppice
of nail-plough tillings

calmer days with a smoothing sheen
than the fulgent rave of yestreen;
a stilly breeze and slacking lease
rid of each breastline and cod-piece:
now tossed to the side of the room;
for restful nights, of glee and plenilune.

dobt knoe how toc get my brain yo generate good emotions

I don’t really like being alive

Of meedful swan-white nethermoring, perse-coloured, here halved,
Clad in tomorrow's morrowing ails, eek donning a crownet
Of matted hair and, too, bedewed with spermaceti salve
For all wounds' redress, from all pleasure's pain harsh-given outlet.

Just so do I, to the out-window breeze, expose my face
With an unker glossy shining adighted with thy lainer,
Of a newfangleness pretense, vermeil-wrought and debased
From traist and trusted orphreyèd lies: to this nude remainder