various thoughts

all i need is a sweet treat. and six thousand dollars

nosferatu? no. tuferatu. no es mi problema.

no mi circo no mis feratus

It's not lost on me that Dol-makjar is a historically orcish city and yet has a governing body consisting entirely of humans. How the hallowed round, the very site of so much orcish suffering, is mearly on a lease to Hal from the sundered houses, trying to corrupt and shape the stories they share there.

I want to know who on the writing team had a premonition that drake would drop 50 songs

i keep spending money. i should be killed

When I was a little boy, girls used to just do random cartwheels for no reason. Then one day, they stopped. Now that I am a man, no women randomly do cartwheels. This is because society is evil and killed the cartwheel impulse in their soul. They don't even spin horizontally anymore. It's fucked up.

this says a lot about Society