A-parable-of-stanley - Employee Number 427

I don’t exist for your stories. I exist for me.

yeah :)

It’s so important, and you need to say it. Except, your body won’t cooperate. Your lungs won’t take on air and your tongue performs contortions that don’t make words.

Far forward is a solitary white door. It belongs to no wall. The door is locked. You do not know why you know this.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STANLEY 🗣 🎉🎊

HI ITS ME I PROMISE I STILL LOVE TSP ❗️❗️

never ending land, a stretching, vast landscape. the trees and fauna are all the same, all the way across. the world is flat, terribly so. the same rock sticks out every so often. you cannot stop walking

zending