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mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head

stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day

guess what post just got read aloud in poetry club tonite by an unknowing club member as I watched on in terror

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again - if you want a pet bird, and you’re in the USA, you can just get a free pigeon. you can pick them out yourself in fact. you can’t take any *native* bird species from the wild, but rock doves (and house sparrows and european starlings) are not native, so they only cost the effort of catching a wild bird :)

seeing a lot of understandable shock/horror/confusion in the notes. this is mostly a joke and only for those who are not faint of heart (and accept potentially never being loved reciprocally by their pet / paying hefty specialized vet bills / building or acquiring a roomy aviary with appropriate friends)

hey gamers I’ve started watching star trek does anyone else see the romantic tension between captain kirk and mr. spock

star trek heritage post (March 14th, 2025)

Hes like a bad roomba for floor pills

will you intrinsically understand my vision or are you like the rest of them

saw someone jerking their log in the dark i probably should have stopped them but who am i to deny someone their small pleasures in this cruel as fuck berryless world.

putting ketchup on fries is too permanent for me … i have to dip . i control the sauce

apology video where I, while crying the whole time and occasionally taking breaks to do something to my eyes, apologize very deeply for writing the hero of light out of reality with my doomsday device metaweapon. but almost the full runtime of the video is literally incomprehensible as I keep referencing information that's been removed from history and is thus impossible to directly recall for anyone else. they have to make a censored edit of it because it's really hard to follow sentences when you keep getting forcibly tuned out and losing track of what's being said. they end up censoring my eyes too for unrelated reasons (being mean to me). and in the censored edit they end to realizing that the me in the video is actually the former hero of light turned into me. there ends up being several reddit threads discussing the morality of it but they all conclude I'm in the wrong mostly because I'm a trans woman and this counts as violating the egg prime directive.