#crow.odt

they should. give me one thousand dollars every month so i can commission artists who are very clearly unwell

sending my most loyal knight on increasingly dangerous missions because i want to see him crawling back bleeding out within an inch of his life or see him get possessed by the cursed blade as his morals start to crumble as he grows more bloodthirsty and ruthless but it turns out he's too good at his job so he just returns perfectly fine every time. what's even the fucking point

wrote an incredibly self-indulgent line today that got me extremely flustered. and naturally when trying to figure out how to cool myself off my initial response was to say "i'm dj normal" to myself

first base is ripping each other's throats out second base is fucking and then pretending it didn't happen after it's over. third base is falling unconscious from blood loss in the other's arms

masks as a signifier of deceit or attempting to hide something is Out. masks being used to represent stepping into one's own identity and not one foisted upon them is the new hit craze

(voice of a guy who is physically feeling nauseous from anxiety and stress caused by compounding responsibilities that are only getting worse due to his inability to initiate any of these tasks) i just need a fun little drinky drink