Perhaps I ought take up Buddhism and exorcise the desire to share my thoughts along with any other non-islandic desires currently fucking with me.

A leopard can change its spots whenever it likes simply by splashing around in some mud. This requires a very bored leopard, however, since increased difficulty hunting without those mesmerizing splotches is likely the only benefit of the bath.

Feels like a lot more things could have been allowed to dry on top of my head throughout the course of my life.

Well, minus all but the last two I guess. Disengage.

Two month MB post dump

It’s time for American journalists to unionize for the purpose of creating a self-policing stable of credibility.

The book in my head
Won’t fall out when I’m dead

They die with me, then
All those things I could have said

When your subconscious is over it all and interrupts with “fuck you for being creative.”

Empathy and apathy are way more closely related than I had originally thought.

Does it hurt a little less the next day or is there a little less of me to lose?

A world dragon fed by futility

Billy had it right. The world is a vampire. Coagulate or bleed out.

My head is an ecosystem

I want to live in a world where Grazer’s cub lives. I don’t really want to live in this one.

Thank you, episode 1071, for validating the watching of the previous 1070 (minus fillers) and then some.

When you remember that never being apart from your dog isn’t usually a thing for people.

Incapable of owning the unpleasant, project upon another and point

I wonder where my upside went

When you’ve correctly assessed that any text message you choose to begin with “*** probably an overshare, but” must die on the vine.

Also, if you read this on purpose, send me an email

Let the one that sees the farthest guide the conversation.

Text me back when you get this.

Everyone should kill by their own rules.

Side note: everyone kills.

There is no quiet inside the mind.