i dont know why id waste time boring myself by telling lies for the sake of seeming normal in a social situation when i could tell lies for the sake of seeming like a peculiar entity. why would i pretend to be friends with someone i hate when i could say “i hate you” and spend my time instead training myself to politely nod and say a random name every time i see a bird in order to convince strangers that i have memorised and named all the pigeons in my local area
people in my dreams are so mean sometimes...i created you dude, can you chill?
one day i will reach my true form of an old man who tells bizarre stories to people and around half of them will be lies
"2 Truths and a Lie" but make it one truth, one half-truth, one lie, one core memory, and one suspected-but-unproven false memory. ok get set go
im on so much caffine rn bc i handed my resume to a bunch of cafes and my default formula is to get something from the cafev when i do that so it seems more genuine or sonemthing idk. but i could only think of black coffeee each time. anywsy i can hear my blood. this is like ho w. edgar allen poe died
rewatched the matrix again. i think i need to go on testosterone.
actually the message of the matrix is that if a person deadnames you then you should explode them with your mind
Yippee!!!!
A short animation I made the other day to remind myself that animating is fun, actually
hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate (throws up and dies)
sometimes you gotta do shit that would absolutely get you killed first in a horror film, like post on your phone thats on low battery while listening to Psycho Killer by the talking heads and walking down a street that has had multiple murders commited upon it at night