I miss clouds. I miss you.

I engage with fiction in a normal way. don’t look at my blog

Used to be able to have fun on the internet now all the websites are after my identity like the devil is after my soul

if you vote me for president i vow to make everything the ocean again. no more land only ocean. this will solve all of our problems and replace them with new, far more interesting problems

if I don’t reply just assume it’s my curse acting up

they’re foreclosing on my mind palace

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

i'm wasting my life on the computer when i could be living my life to the fullest on the computer

it's thousand yard stare summer