man oh man, we’re just on top of the world today, aren’t we? i unexpectedly posted something that was trash, but it was a pwp so it’s allowed to be trash. lol and finally updated my writing pages since october of last year. movin’ right along here, wow. what’s next? updating wordpress? eating something? wow, talk about treat yo self day
You are close enough to immortal
as is necessary for me to think
of you as a god; a vengeful, snarling deity who hangs
his whole life in the back
of a truck- chewing on the remains
of past ages like one gnaws
on a cigar. Tugging on strips of jerky, your only meal on the road, and it seems you are found only in the wild places, like an old folk legend.
‘There is a man with claws that could eviscerate a man- he walks, calm as the closing night nostrils flaring as he catches your scent on the wind- do not walk alone when it falls dark, the stars are no help to you.’
i really liked reading captain underpants as a kid. it was one of the few book series’ i had access to that didnt speak down to its audience. also the art was soooo much fun. do any of yall remember how theyd have those action sequences where you could flip between the pages to make it look like it was sorta animated? that was so entertaining to tiny gayby me
Do you sometime just, idk try real hard to not think about how you failed your whole purpose of living, and managed to actually trick yourself into thinking that you’ve moved on and is making new plans…
And then, something just HAPPENS to remind you what a fucking failure you are.