she gravitating to my dick like my name was higgs boson. Im crawling in her computer infesting what she posts on. Im in her dms fighting off who could even think to hate her. My shit aint big but you know that particle accelerate her
accidentally got a site's ai assistant bolted down, and I do believe I was personally responsible for it, if only because I found out how to ask it for clothing suggestions in just such a way that it kept trying to find visions of hell in its stock and describing offerings of assorted red and pink scarves as like, insect-mutilated infants
just woke up from an insane migraine dream where instead of shaking hands you were supposed to hold out a small wet cube of firm jelly between your thumb and forefinger and make the other person touch it. it is a really good thing i am not the abbess of a 13th century nunnery bc what kind of things i'd be interpreting as a sign from god are anyone's guess






















