miau miau miau

What if you were a woman in your FORTIES and after accidentally almost drowning your high school bullies via a self help book written by SATAN you help dig up the founder of your CURSED town only to find out HE IS STILL ALIVE and can communicate through little notes and you’re trying to be nice to the again IMMORTAL MAN WITH A POOPY POST IT IN HIS BOY LOCKET but he’s not being very nice so now you have to write another LITTLE NOTE and ask if he’s mad at you

haven't known patricia widow's bay for very long but i fear we have another character of all time on our hands

the fact that generative A.I. has created a completely new fundamental doubt in reality (checking to see if an artwork we see is manmade or not) and doubt in the instinct of enjoying art is unforgivable. its sickeningly tragic, and i mean it. NOTHING is worth this price and i hope that everyone will one day realize this.