Safety First

Nobody asked but I wanna explain anyway I need this out of my skull.

I started out fixating on genloss, good shit.

That then led to fixating on slimecicle specifically, which of course leads to his content.

Now from here it splits into a couple paths to take, going down the minecraft route and qsmp or dsmp, going down the Reddit rabbit hole leading to those channels, or going the chuckle sandwich route, and chuckle sandwich most likely brings you to JSchlatt, and he leads to Wilbur soot who leads right back into dsmp again.

The lines, they pipe, inevitable.

I'm on a pipeline hyper fixation and I don't know how to feel about it.

It leads me many a place yet I try helplessly to swim against the current.

It's time

Dude if I ever get a place of my own tje first thing I'm doing is putting soap in the microwave

The Way I'm Sure Mice Are Meant To Die

I'm not always sure what God's I worship

I'm not always sure of my own morals

I'm not always sure of my theories of the afterlife

But something I am sure of and always have been is my belief in mother earth

And my hatred of cruel glue traps

I know the mice are not meant to be here

If I were fast enough to catch them to release I would

But I know I am not

So if it must come to a trap I will use something that is fast

Because between a quick bullet to the brain execution or a long tortureous death of struggle and starvation

I think all of us would choose the first choice

Mind you this creature is dying for such a petty crime

Just trying to survive somewhere they don't even know they shouldn't be

When it's over I'll bury him

The mouse in my room that will soon be in a trap that I've set

And I'll feel bad for murdering something more innocent than my own kind

But I will feel better knowing he did not suffer

And that I return him to the earth from which he came

Become throwing a creature of earth

of flesh and bone once granted life

Into layers of plastic with the pollution bound for a graveyard of garbage

It feels so wrong

Even as a child I knew that

It goes against all nature and worse starves earth of her meal

It's take with no true give

I'll likely repeat this to deaf ears of family

When they find me digging a hole for a pest

If I had a choice I'd be buried with no coffin

But I know I don't

So all I can do is hope for the cheapest one

Made of the softest wood

Something easy to rot

I'd rather not keep mother earth waiting long for her meal

For now I'll give her back the small mouse that wandered away from her to my own den

And hope she sees his death not as unatural cruelty but as predator sharing prey

The way I'm sure mice are meant to die

I'm learning how to like myself

After losing everything I thought I was

I'm learning how to like myself

Rather than liking what everyone else likes about me

It's weird how losing everything

Is teaching me to like myself without anyone else around

Since like, 2016, stim toys are kinda everywhere and everyone wants them and I think its because all of us gen Z and whatever letter comes after Z generation have adhd or autism or both, if you're young and dont have either you are now the misunderstood people cause all social ques will go unnoticed by everyone younger than 25.

Hanging in the woods part 3

You ever just vibe without supervision?

Some days I feel like a girl

Some days I feel like a boy

And some days, all I feel is

Boot soup

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