vultural

at this point in my life everything I do is a work-around for a work-around of a work-around and I have no idea anymore what I'm working around or how it's working at all

everything is a million years ago, a million years old

something I remembered

what in the hell is everybody talking about

life hack: xxxxxxxx

Shadow bunned

game night at the breakfast nook

an old dirigible smoking in the coat room, its hat stuck between stations

exploring the possibilities of just not

there has been an amount of time

running out of birds

imagine moving out past any part of myself

there used to be a shape here

don't call it a corndog

everybody still saying dumb shit, I see

delivery me some better feels

thank you for idolizing scarecrows