When you were a kid and you found yourself in a room with two different clocks ticking, unsynchronized, did it ever make you want to fill the room with more clocks, hundreds, so many clocks that all the individual ticks and tocks would be lost in a single smooth continuous hissing, so you could finally hear what time really sounds like?

Five Times The Hollow Dog Manifested In My Room To Whisper "The Axe Is Being Sharpened. The Axe Is Ready To Feast" (And One Time It Didn't)

not to vagueblog but some of you are clearly experiencing dragon madness

[after doing whatever i want] That was a demonstration of masculine virtue

all my haters turn into tomaters in my mysteriously well-fertilized garden of success

[ID: embroidery of a hand where each finger represents one stage of decay. The thumb shows fresh corpse and looks like a normal finger. The index finger shows bloat and is a bit more pale and bloated. The middle finger shows active decay and has light desaturated green colour and there are worms crawling through it. The ring finger shows advanced decay, it is dark and falling apart. The pinkie shows dry remains and is just bones. \end ID]

a few months back on the last blog I posted some vague shit about how I'd just created "the most embarrassing artifact I've ever made" or something like that. I believe I said in the tags I would maybe describe what it was after time had sanded down the edges. now I'm ready: it was a cum tribute to the wikipedia page for schizoid personality disorder. a shaky video from my phone in one hand while I busted a load on a printout of the wikipedia page for schizoid personality disorder. my dick was not in it. only like half of the cum actually made it on the page. the idea of this was incredibly funny to me at the time in some kind of (post?)ironic way but watching the actual thing and hearing my like heavy breathing with the dim ass light and shaky focus shocked me. it was so bad

you are just cranky because i took something imperceptible from you and you cannot recall it in its absence but you feel the edges of it anyway

the thing with the bicameral mind is why not identify yourself with the upper house? your sole responsibility to offer color commentary and gentle words of encouragement while the benighted autonomic meatbag body youre attached to does all the heavy lifting, grapples with the brute realities of the physical world. a more refined way to be perhaps. could be nice is all i'm saying