gerome the jabberwock my son

"He has a 12 inch cock" well my pussy ain't a fucking magicians hat bitch where is all that supposed to go

I just imagined a creature that would scare you soooo bad dude

my diva moment will have casualties

by the nine we arefuckking under attack!!!!!!!!!

utilising the gift of imagination to hallucinate moments of tenderness between fictional people

spend long enough being an OC Guy and you will eventually inevitably become a sincere recreation of the gregory berrycone 4chan bit

we are in the midst of a friday ass thursday. keep your wits about you.

I need a polite and effective way to say "hey your heart is truly in the right place and your anger is often righteous but I think sometimes you’re getting recreationally mad about things that are frankly not worth the amount of energy you’re spending on them, and every time you do this you're driving yourself slightly more insane with nothing to show for it," and then I need a way to broadcast that message through a loudspeaker to roughly 30,000 people at once, and THEN I need a time machine to send that message to my past self lol. and maybe a second time machine in case past me tries to be clever and sabotage the version of me who comes through the first time machine

need a social media site where everyone is pretending to be a beaver and we're all hanging out at the lodge

it could be here. it could be now.

A lot of people want to kill their dad. There are a lot of stories where dad is some kind of evil wizard that can and should be killed, and this happens. Dad is killed by the end of the story in some meaningful way. But most of the time in real life you don't get to kill your dad; this is interesting. Desire has to articulate itself. So if you can't or won't or are too much of a bitch to kill your dad, you end up killing him in other ways. Maybe you start a restaurant, or date beyond normativity, or maybe you just kind of sit in a room and rot, and something about your dad is killed in this way. Or that's the idea.

i could be your pet rock. id be very good at it

ive had some time to think and honestly i dont think id be a very good pet rock. i dont know what i was thinking. theres too much anger in me

at some point The Character stops being a character and starts being a close personal friend

by the time u’ve finished reading this sentence twenty seven innocent words will have been absorbed, suffocated, and killed by the warm embrace of ur Understanding

Your heart is not true enough to enter the gates of Margaritaville

but I know... it's my own damn fault...