My lucid dreams are unspeakably realistic, comprehensively and indistinguishable from reality. It’s like waking up each night into a horrible dystopia.
In my nightmares, there’s a global autocracy, a kind of maximalism of pain which forces people into mass slavery, but it’s not even according to their whims, it’s simply a price for existing.
I’d go on but it’s too spooky and sad.
The rest of the time life’s pretty good.
Because this is the only ride in town, might as well buy a ticket.
Dietary fiber.
what keeps the water going while it makes its journey from the Alps to the sea?
Mornings are pretty nice.
Wtf?!?!
Bees¹, birds², leaves, oat milk, new jokes, hateful music, ugliness of a dead body, desire³, spite⁴, sonder…
¹Inheritance Cycle reference
²Coots and seagulls and crows
³What you desire is what you lose in death, because your dead.
⁴Pick someone dead you don’t like and laugh that you’re alive and they have to decompose.
My pets. They deserve the best. They’re all so spoiled.
“My pets aren’t spoiled. They are compensated fairly for the services they provide.”
Humanity has limitless stories to tell, and a lifetime of stories to experience already. There’s a lot I want to hear about~
Adenosine triphosphate
Legs.
Coffee. Scary amounts of it.
Providing for my family.
Legs
games, anime, programming, music and lemmy
Music, dog.
Yeah! Like, singing your favorites to the dog but changing the words to be about their floppy ears or their Frito paws.
You know what’s up