Head Empty, Heart Full

i enter the shower. hours pass. i emerge from the shower, having mixed all of my soaps and scrubs and lotions and conditioners and shampoos and body washes together in the tub in precise alchemical quantities. i smell like 314 different herbs and spices. my hair will not need washing for the next 500 days. my skin has developed protective chitinous scales. i step out of the tub and immediately slip and fall on a stray puddle of mane 'n tail and sprain my pussy

The votes on this post. Oh. A poem in poll form, interactive art, the fact we can see how the other people reading it felt. im. this is really good.

morning/night person is a false dichotomy because its impossible to have any energy at any point of the day

who else up & bisexual⁉️⁉️⁉️ And very afraid

cant wait to go home so i can go be horizontal. all this vertical stuff sucks

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the lion does not concern himself with where the light source in his drawing is

my hamburger ass could never be helped

i will not lie, friends in my phone, i have been imagining affection from time to time

the cruel doctor pepper experimented on me and now im the first human soda hybrid