Bits of squarish material poke at me from the plane direction
Blue tendrils of annoyance curse these spaced words by omission
I write away to write down to destroy
The pressure only increases...
Bits of squarish material poke at me from the plane direction
Blue tendrils of annoyance curse these spaced words by omission
I write away to write down to destroy
The pressure only increases...
This post's title is supposed to be accurate, so I'll start writing about Super Smash Bros. Ultimate now. Just keeping things literal, as usual. Except it won't be in the style that I want it to be in, but there's nothing I can do about that... for now.
Still alive, still alive while the cat sits proudly beside me.
Can't apologize, can't apologize the cat says while the song blares out
four letter words haunt me still
if you can't apologize, why are you making me sit here beside you listening to the same damn song every year since 2009?
the cat looks up with a look of non-admiration.
now I worry that the pickleball will destroy all semblance of fantastical inquiry i had going on here
yep, back to the most boring sport in the world: underwatching and supervising housemates.