CRANBERRY SAUCE

as an active agent of miles kane propaganda: beware that i WILL psychologically and unethically manipulate you into fawning over this man

(waves pipe around as i drone sarcastically) dead wife this dead wife that. (scoots chair unreasonably close to you that our knees bump) what about our extinct spouse mutual who has abandoned us. what about the mutual who’s disappearance was never addressed. doesn’t any of this matter to you.

bleugh. never mind. my curiosity is poor and meek and a quarter of its original scale and offensively …no longer salvageable .

every time i set my fork down there’s new information !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and this is bad because it takes a lifetime to know everything!!!!!! and this is good because i’m a bloated hog constantly detecting knowledge with my huge moist mucus plagued vacuum snout !!!!!!!!!!!

not going to be taking it easy about wind instruments any time soon . such a deluxe fascination

you youngsters have such a hideously inaccurate assessment of that guy alex. you fools. he could never succumb to your fantasy. his attitude towards - and expression of women in his music is only a projection of his own craving for an unsupervised roaming of the predominant femininity of his sensuality…. i know this because he told me with his mind. i mean she told me this with her mind.

it’s one thing to have several billion ideas within a few seconds all day every day but it’s another thing to be equally horrible at every hobby ever thus forsaking the otherwise promising abundance of concepts

woke up next to my fantastic & gorgeous blind date from last night named brain fog ❤️ i’m now devoid of recollection of each fundamental trait pertaining to my personality, observed character and core memories ❤️.

your two moods SHOULD ALWAYS be PICKLED goods or FERMENTED goods . when you unlock door three you get MISCELLANEOUS PRESERVED goods. Okay? Keep this in your heart.

feeling like multicolor lollipop propeller hat dog in the way that i approach life in a ‘nothing is real and none of this matters because we’re conscious in an infinity’ type of manner but also feeling like the ‘hate people who laugh’ post because i do not believe that i am healthy. nor living nor surviving in a meaningful way.

aimlessly skitters and side slides onto your dash . strains and hatches a sucky post. acts scared and skedaddles hurriedly through the way i entered