Adjusting to this new life is weird.

Phantom pains rip around my body wondering why we ain’t putting in our eight hours anymore.

Learning to let go is lucid.

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Me, midnight, walking around the backyard trying to barter with my cats to come inside.

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Late night brainfart. Koala barely.

Super strange day. Couldn’t get a grip of any minute if it. Lucid.

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Only a mind of madness could be comfortable here. My mind’s fucked.

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Baked Saturday morning thought:

People bestowed biblical names act dif by design.

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Find out tues if I still have my gig of over 12 years.

Think my odds are fucked 😭

This last month has been nothing but damage.

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Every time I think about rocking a thread about the powerful universal force known as emulation a tiny dickhead in the back of my brain goes, ‘no c*nt cares ya fuck’

One day soon.

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