pretty boy god

Life for this god has been so stagnant lately that flowers - pretty ones, I might add - are beginning to bloom out of my porcelain pale skin. It hurts.

The best part of Thanksgiving is that for the next three days I can devour a jar of green olives and it's slightly less weird than when I do it any other time

You know there's something... different... about you when you watch that movie Spaceman and you think the spider-alien-named-Hanus would make a good roommate/therapist like what is wrong with me -

Thanksgiving agenda: disappear into my quarters and read Walter Tevis' "The Man Who Fell to Earth" until this all blows over.

Time for the pretty boy two-faced god of chaos and light to sequester himself in his bedroom and only emerge to procure occasional offerings of green olives until it is time to devour the sacrificial turkey -

That dark and surreal confusion of, "Am I possessed or am I just a demon?"

In-between all my nightmares last night was a very nice subplot in which I discovered my identity as a blue jay. That was cool, I guess.

the from-another-dimension experience of having weird taste in food. like. don't blame me for liking pickle chips sprinkled with seasoned salt and dunked in buffalo sauce. i'm just a tourist.

You ever look at a person and you just know they're not human? Because when I look at Trent Reznor all I can see is a vengeful angel.