hell world

mostly i do god knows what

you may have noticed that my story is disorganized and thematically incoherent and my plot structure is weaker by the verse. this is commentary on the chaos of mortal existence under the yoke of the immortal gods

writing in 24 pt bold font at the top of my google doc: THE CHARACTER SHOULD BE LYING TO HIMSELF AT ALL TIMES

this sucks so bad i need to [remembers suicide jokes only worsen my mental health] put on the best talent show this towns ever seen

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officical michigan post

it's so crazy how every culture in the world has like baller recipes. soemtimes i think about people from 30000 years ago and how fucked up STUPID good their bbq must've been.... big ol rack of mammoth ribs rubbed with herbs and shit....... we have no idea how perfectly mammoth ribs over an open fire must've hit after a three day spearhunting expedition

my birthday is in july! :)

oh my god it hurts

and it's going to hurt forever

last week I was deep in the trenches ploughing through work and mid-afternoon realised I'd neglected to open the blinds and the room was a little dim, so I got up to do that and discovered that a car had flipped onto its roof directly outside my flat and the entire street was closed and flooded with emergency service while they dragged someone out of the vehicle and packed them into an ambulance. so now every time I open the blinds I'm a little like the dog with the ham sandwich bush. what the fuck could it be today.

Pottery sounds terrifying to me. Every post I see is like "Here's this awesome art I made!! Pray for me that it survives The Kiln™ :')" I don't think I could cope with making art that could quite easily blow up and I have no way of controlling that. You guys are true heroes.