Me :* Trying To Sleep*

British people who like meat be like "take me to the..."

Yes, drink the Bubby

It isnt even three whole months into the year and society as we know it has been threatened already. In the name of all that is holy can I please have some good news.

I want to be free of this thing we call "responsibilities". Let me run barefoot, butt ass naked in the woods with a vodka stash so I may be free as the local cryptid I am meant to be.

Please sir, can I have some dopamine. I can't go on without it.

Hell

I walk down the stairwell, the only sounds being my own breathing and footsteps.

There are few lights for me to see but somehow I know where to step although I have never walked here before. The lights that are here exist as floating orbs in small slits of the smooth walls.

I feel a breeze just out of reach, enough for me to believe the end is around the next turn. My curiosity endless like the stairs I hurriedly walk down. Then with a single step I am there. And He is there, all I hear from silent lips is " there's cheese in the fridge."

God I love me that bagged fridge cheese.

"Sorry for spitting Kombucha on you"

- A friend

"New year new me"

*lays in the dirt so that what nutrition my body weakly clings to is recycled by the fungus and maggots of the wood*

Christmas time is here, so do y'all peel you're candy canes before you eat then?

You could say I am a bit of a state