Can I Put Waldo In Your Home?

Something like this perhaps!

thoughts on dogs?

The golden ones remind me of Henry! Seen a couple from afar (and now I've seen photographs and such, of course) but always wondered what those things felt like.

mods are asleep post let's get married by josé olivarez

thoughts on chainsaw man??!!

Taking a gander…this title you say to me evokes an image, and I’m not disappointed! Glad to see he is not just a man with a chainsaw but a man who is kinda a chainsaw as well! Doin’ any delicate-like handiwork must be awful inconvenient!

Forgot to introduce myself. You can call me m. Have you done anything interesting today, William?

Nice to make your acquaintance, m! And no, I've done nothin' of note today. Rearrangin' old notes and the like. Tryin' to find if I've got any photos of Henry I can hold on to. (No luck so far!)

what would happen if one were to lets say put what youve said here and train an artificial intelligence to act like you. would it be you? or a sad clone (im anti-ai i hope this is obvious)

Well, if I ain't there talkin', it ain't me! I s'pose it'd be a thing guessin' off of an amalgamation of my time on "Tumblr."

Figure it's like how there's tons of fellas named "William Yew" out there. Common name, y'know? But they ain't me!

So not a clone, but a sad...portrait of a fella who looks kinda like me, I s'pose?

good luck, don't get eaten by wolves or angels

Thanks, pal!

Log #02

Second day of these memory logs. Today, Henry asked me my favorite memory. And I said I’m at this dance hall in Harlem, right? Maybe mid-twenties. Maybe the night of January 7th 1925. It’s hard to really cast my mind back that far, you know? It’s all some kinda mishmash, memories existing at the same time. Or maybe I’ve just got a real crappy memory. Well, I’m standing in a corner — must not be a huge one for parties, or maybe I knew I was a bit queer — and I remember everything glowing all golden-like. High ceilings, all decked out. It’s a gas. Dancers all crowding the floor, a man spinning his sweetheart past me as he fixes his tie with the other hand. A woman laughing to my right. The smell of booze. And that music. That swing. I feel the music surrounding me in my bones, shaking me from the inside out, just like it’s shaking everyone else in this joint. Just coasting along to the vibrations.

And then — fewer people this time. The night’s winding down, fellas are going home with their dolls. We’re giving one last hurrah for the couples still knocking it out on the dance floor. These kids are a bit more sauced now, swaying and laughing and bumping into each other. They dimmed the lights some. I’m still sticking around in my corner. Nobody by my side now. And that music. Still loud as hell, ringing out the night, shaking me from the inside out. And that’s kinda it, I told him. Great night.

what exactly is en abime ?

Here! Where I spend most of my time. S'pose this place is a branch of it, too.

if you wanna get to heaven you gotta learn to layer