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orginal (its so cool)

i think i got the major ones

coworker got me a magnetic poetry kit so we’re writing little poems on the filing cabinets at work

please enjoy this "vintage movie poster" I saw in a dream which was so funny to my subconscious that I immediately woke myself up to write it down for later

thanks for nothing

she touches me and we are shocked to find my intimate areas thoroughly rotten

soft and jelly-like

my sex sloughs off of my body and hits the floor, slimy liquid landing heavily and melting into the carpet

she rests her hands on my breasts and they rupture, deflating as putrefied fluid dribbles down my body

she attempts to make love to the cavernous void left between my thighs and i feel nothing but insertion and movement

she ends up working herself to completion while i sit on my knees in bed beside her, watching her function so well

i find myself wishing to be like her, ramrod straight and pulsing with blood

the punchline arrives a couple years later, and i’m curled up on the floor of the bathtub, steaming hot water pelting down from the shower head onto my shivering frame

all that and i still don’t know what it’s like 

sword in sheath did not make the blade mine

i finger hopelessly at a harp with no strings, desperate to pluck out a single note from the empty space

it offers me nothing but thick blood and a deep fear of dark nights and solo travel

thanks, i guess

up late thinking about my babadook costume i made in 2022

i still wear it every halloween while making gradual improvements and adjustments, this is the same costume halloween night 2024, with improved fingers and a repainted mask :-D

What would you do

What would you do if you showed up for a date with me, and instead of a guy like I said in my dating profile, I was a small injured deer?

And you asked me why I didn't say I was a small injured deer in my profile, and I said I was worried you would hate me for being so small and injured?

And then I got a salad and slowly nibbled on it, flapping my ears while you told me about warhammer 40 thousand. And then when it came time to split the bill, I told you I had no money because I'm a creature of a forest, but that I would pay you for my portion in song?

And so I sat up on my hind legs, and sang the most beautiful sonata you've ever heard in your life. I sang of the valleys and the rivers. In the first part of the song, you could hear my voice waver from the pain of my injury. But then it crescendoed with fire and determination, as if in the middle of that very song I decided that I must keep living no matter what happens, and that you must keep living too?

Then, when you came back to your senses from being entranced by the beauty of the song, there were tears streaming down your face? I was nowhere to be seen, leaving behind only a single autumn leaf on the table? You looked down at your hands, and in your hands was a small note with your childhood dream you had long forgotten on it, written by your own hand?

What would you do?

Would you be mad?

just found this comic i drew in 2012