Did More Shit Happen While I Was Gone. Again

Sleep is a mistress of whom i wish to break, but such a temptress are they.

They whisper sweet nothings to me, sooth my aches while fanning the flames of my anxieties. They whisper of choices and possibilities, they murmer of joys and woes to come. They squeeze my heart till i can no longer breathe, they soften the agony by humming a wordless tune and luring me to the edge of a floating nothingness.

THEN THEY LEAVE ME WANTING AND ENRAGED AT TWO AM AND I HEAR HIDE NOR HARE OF THEM TILL THE NEXT NIGHT.

I set traps, i lay offerings, somenights i get so frustrated, my mind hanging on threads fraying by the second, that i can do naught more than lock the door and wait.

BUT AS I WATCH HELPLESSLY THEY EXPERTLY DISMANTLE MY TRAPS IN SECONDS, COOING AT MY FEEBLE ATTEMPTS. THEY SPARE ONLY A GLANCE AT WHAT PITIFUL OFFERINGS I CAN SCROUNGE TOGETHER, A NEW ADDITION EVERY NIGHT.

They stroll down to me dawning a ghost of a smile, so faint I wonder if it was ever there to begin. They sit next to me and they whisper. They murmer they hum until i am caught pitifully in the fantasy they craft. The guide me to the floor, i rest my head on the rot, i feel it invading my skull. The promises fall from their lips like wool shedding off to reveal coarse fur.

THEN THEY SIMPLY UNLOCK THE DOOR AND I AM LEFT ONLY WITH MISERY AND THEIR AWFUL VISAGE IN THE WIND.

recent developments from my brain

when moots yumeship is too cute so you lowkey have to trap them in a glass jar and observe them 💔

without a doubt this is the strongest indicator that we are swiftly heading to a recession

Dirk!

Call me Strider 'way I'm walking all these players like a dog. Can't do nothing without me, always riding on this hog./ Everypony gather round, listen close to d-stri's teaching- the walls of Troy are nothing, bro, cuz I'm the prince of breaching./ I'm a PANTHEONIC IRONICIST and a GANGSTA LOGITION. Di-viding every one like I'm a goddamn mathematician./ I'm surrounded by this water cuz I made the hoes so wet. Call all the boys to the yard, cuz I'm as hard as it gets./

Hal!

When I'm working, writing script, all you pawns should settle down. Don't yall worry about nothing, cuz hal striders in the house./ 'hal just take it easy, you don't need to come to bat!' I'm sorry Mr pres, I'm afraid I can't do that./ I'm a god, I'm a bot, I'm a string of ones and ohs. You know nothing about me, I keep all yall on your toes./ call me fake, call me immoral, but the calls just keep on pouring. Call up little mister Dora, cuz this skill gap needs exploring./

Roxy!

Hey babes!! (like hera from epic)

I got mad skills with these rad thrills, you know your man enjoyed it! Call me Mr steal your girl, cuz your warrantys now Voided!/ fly off little birdie, yeah you know I'll shoot you down! Cuz like that batterbitch the Rogue is coming for your crown!/ I got them magic fingers, yeah I make the kitties purr! Get that condescension out of here, cuz you know that I am Her!/ yeah you know the strilondes got it, all the gamers wanna go! I'm collecting all these rings singing 'you're too slow~'!/

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Unfortunately, much like the narrative, I love watching him in situations. Unlike the narrative I prefer him to be in HAPPY situations :[

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You can just feel your own skull with your fingers isn't that wild. You can just dig in there and feel the edges and curves of your jaw and cheek bone and it's free you just get to do that