I’m An Astronaut, Youre The Moon

"I asked Chat GPT" — well, I asked Mother Nature and she said your brain and soul are rotting inside of you.

the problem with parents is that they are undiagnosed

people without any whimsy scare me. why are you like that. where are your trinkets.

outta my way gayboy I’m boutta get it

demntist

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

Everyone say thank you sanitation workers we owe you our lives sanitation workers

“but what if it’s bad?” babe it is bad. that’s why we’re doing arts and crafts with it

i’m not procrastinating. i’m allowing the story to ferment. like kimchi. or a crime scene

computer. show me pictures of snoopy

going to the movies should cost $1.00. bobcorn should be a free treat