my body is a machine that turns normal situations into psychological horror

I feel like we can quit exploring the intersection of art and technology for a moment

I say shit like "If my memory serves me" knowing damn well it serves the dark lord

get in loser we’re gonna try again despite it all

sorry i only date to meet each other in every lifetime

maybe I like talking about the weather okay…… it’s not awkward to me. we’ve both been outside today and the sun and clouds were there too, let’s discuss.

i’m a simple guy i see the colour green and i go insane

being a jack of all trades master of none is actually so awesome bc i can make the shittest clay sculpture and the ugliest drawing and the sloppiest painting and the worst hand stitches and the wonkiest earrings and it's like. who cares + now im surrounded by lots of different silly things i made with love and care etc