Triple Shot Depresso

KILLING STANCE: TEN SOUL RENDING CLAWS

It used to be cold. There used to be all these bugs.

Maybe he understood for the first time that to the boy he was himself an alien. A being from a planet that no longer existed. The tales of which were suspect. He could not construct for the child’s pleasure the world he’d lost without constructing the loss as well and he thought perhaps the child has known this better than he.

The grass used to be green in the summer not brown

In autumn, puddles would freeze overnight, and give the sharpest, sweetest snap when you stepped on them. All gone by late morning, but reappearing the next day with sharp crinkles and chimes.

mayflies used to coat the road so thoroughly in spring that their corpses made the road more slippery than black ice.

I miss the fireflies. They used to light up the night by the hundreds. So plentiful that you could scoop them into jars to keep inside. Now I might see one or two if I’m lucky

thank you for putting a random white boy on my post i guess

OP NO. ADDING A WHITE BOY TO A VAT OF ACID CREATES A "THE JOKER.:

fuck.

I could not have anticipated that transformation if you had told me ahead of time

stupid fucking slut hour 

good luggage goes in the fun bubble