A Concoction Most Foul

recurring dead wife flashback where it becomes increasingly apparent that the person remembering her has dishonestly claimed a romantic dynamic to their relationship that never actually existed and erased any conflict that ever existed between them now that she's no longer able to say no to them

dead wife flashback where each time we see her she looks more confused and upset by how she's remembered, then desperate and furious, until she's hammering on the glass screaming to be let out

You know that thing would eat you if you died, right? *pointing to the false image of you that others perceive*

[suddenly disillusioned] my illusions..

the kids are calling them "stone fruits." they start off small—think cherries. then they're hooked and they need a quick fix, they get peaches, maybe some nectarines. it's all they can think about. before you know it, they're trying the really hard stuff—apricots, plums. once they taste a mango there's no going back.

all my haters become cicaders when i enter the summer of success

a book should be $5 a little drink should be $2 and museum access should be free and all hours

your 20s are about elves, your 30s are about continued meditations on the elf

whoopss sorry i slipped up and hinted at the great darkness that roils within me. won't happen again

If I keep practicing I might even be a person soon

I've been horny. Obviously just in my abstract ways

I understand some of you are 19 but that is not an old man, he's 32.