you can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style

the suicidal ideation man who lives in my brain and i kind of have a weird sex thing going on im ngl

everybody tweets like a social theorist these days, blaming their sad little lives on the commodification of art, decline of third spaces, hyperindividualism, and other such nonsense. I, on the other hand, know what's causing my misery--the demiurge's curse

hi im a mosquito I just noticed you're a giant ape with extremely dextrous limbs and binocular vision that make you well-equipped to kill me. its very nice of you to have just batted me away instead of annihilating me with a powerful thunderclap, as you could easily do. my plan from here on out is probably to fly in a sort of loose semicircle right back towards you and to try injecting you with my venoms and stealing your blood and giving you diseases etc. ah fuck

im probably the best blogger out of my hometown