hot asphalt post-storm

i wish there was a way to say "you're right, but this is really ineffective and even counterproductive messaging to anyone who doesn't already agree with you" without sounding like an asshole

you will struggle to say the unsayable thing for five years straight. and then it will suddenly become easy on a Wednesday morning

At its best, posting on social media is like being a wistful Tang Dynasty bureaucrat sharing poems and letters of ephemera with old drinking companions from your exile in the frost-enveloped provinces. At worst, it feels like being jeered at by court eunuchs while en route to your own execution.

dead horse petplay

Carnival music. Her fate approaching. Doors that never open on the same room twice. And a girl running away, as foretold.

Oedipus... You gagged us all with your mother fucking ingenuity, but it just wasn't enough for us to incest upon an encore. I'm sorry my darling but you're up for elimination

we all have the homie that's a cautionary tale

had

a man with a bordering on frightening chin. A man who is coy like a beautiful woman with a terrible secret. A man in a full body cast. The kind that only really exists in cartoons and family sitcoms. A man who knows two Ianguages and both of them are Portuguese.