Somnophilia 2: The Big Sleep

[girl in a low cut top voice] i just dont know what it is but everyone is being sooo nice to me today….[grows grave and guarded] they’re conspiring against my reign and they think me a fool

to be completely honest *starts lying

sleep is not normal to want and impossible to achieve

i must not get takeout. takeout is the wallet-killer. takeout is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will face the kitchen, fridge, and pantry. i will make choices about what to cook and then execute them. when hunger is gone there will be nothing. only i will remain.

Writing prompt? No. Writing much delayed.

fellas is it gay to resist the seduction of a pheromonally altered courtesan by chewing on the pipe you shared with a man the night prior

*walking into the morgue to find body parts scattered across the floor* oh my god who closed last night