FRANCIS

never take for granted the moments when you’re not nauseous

once I snorted a fat line of nuance and everything started depending. watch out

good morning everyone it's time to be tortured to insanity and then of course tortured for being insane

complimented a womans clear raincoat this morning and she said Well i feel like a sandwich

guy who gets a pepsi from the break room vending machine every day after his work shift & amiably says “gotta have a pepsi!” while grinning & passing it back & forth between his hands but one day the pepsi is sold out & he leaves the building robotically with a completely flat expression & isn’t seen at work again

stop drinking beer with the deer and come have a cider with the spiderrrr

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

dont talk to me or my clone or my shadow self or my reflection or my me ever again

“word hashtag my word #myword” has done irreversible damage to my vocabulary

There’s an emotion only unlocked when you live in a house with multiple stories. I call it “the stair emotion” and it’s when you realize the object you need is on the other side of yet another trip up and down those goddamn stairs. It’s the closest I get to transcending the desire for material goods. Maybe I don’t need that notebook. Maybe I don’t need anything.