this elegy would love to save everything

i got a fucking. advertisement on youtube. from google ai. saying. without sarcasm and with complete sincerity. "if shakespeare is too hard for you, you can always have our ai explain it to you." im gonna throw up. im gonna throw a molotov cocktail. if i see that ad again im reporting it for hate speech. how fucking dare you. i will kill you with my bare hands. with my exit pursued by a bear hands. i will tear google headquarters down brick by brick. im going to start biting people.

This is gonna be the phone in bed that saves me

Feeling inspired... Might put off writing and think about it the whole time

everything is a reference when you're crazy

float like a butterfly (nervously forgets end of quote) green like a pea

computer. die young by kesha. loud enough to kill

the losing dogs and i are engaging in insider trading

Having second thoughts about this memory erasing cult guys

Having second thoughts about this memory erasing cult guys

Sober as fuck at the back of the club going onto Wikipedia and typing "List of birds"

Heated Rivalry is a closed door hockey romance in the sense that they fade to black on the hockey. The sex is explicit, but the hockey is implied.

I told my little nephew that I'd wave at his airplane when it flew over my house today, and he very calmly and politely explained that it wouldn't be possible to see me due to the limitations of human vision. I said he just had to squint real hard, and he took a deep breath and went into the toddler version of "see, what you're not understanding–"