My Final Piece For @hkhallowzine :D

hmmmmmm.

@turnipiku i feel as if this has been applicable to you at some point in time

hte real april foule… was you.

EUTHANIZE HIM !!!!!!!!

i love breaking bones heart emoji. ohhh i need to make broken his ulna. crack crack. sounds like inseccts scuttling. but there's ac rescendo. crack-cra-ra-ra-rack. nn. snap pop hiss. carbonated drink. fizzy. bone marrow on red dust. nnn.... when the ulnar collateral ligament is like tissue paper because your template didn't map right crying laughing emoji pointing left emoji. and it goes. through.

oh, no, i have no concept of the size of a whale or of the galaxy. i am cosmically insignificant, which is fine. the other day i accidentally spilled a few grains of sugar on the counter. i watched a single ant heft it over his head and run with it - run! - like he was carrying a crown.

sometimes when i am watching the rain i think about how each particular drop is new and only exists for right-now and yet it is the same water as it has been for millennia. the atoms i am are only meeting in this form for this one life. later maybe they will be a mushroom. maybe in the infinite expanse of time, two of my molecules will meet each other again and they'll say i remember existing with you. which is maybe how a star feels, watching humans dance and laugh and sing in the bodies we are borrowing.

what am i in the cosmic sense? what of the stupid human exploits of my tiny human life?

the other day i found a wilting bumblebee and fed it a little water. after an hour, he made a lazy loop of flight. up and towards the stars.

:)

it happened again. the moon is incredibly low in the sky and yellow and there is supposed to be a tree there i think. i cannot see the real moon. did it get eaten

what if windows were horror trope.

its 2:57am and the moon has been hovering outside my window for the last hour and i do not think. it is supposed to be there. i think there is supposed to be a building blocking it. i am so sure that i will look at this in the morning and there will be a building there.

what if windows were corrupted or used as vessels for the madness and trickery and horror.

you hear rain, a soothing lullaby, but it's only tapping on your window. you see the moon, or stars, or the sun, or a distant light from a streetlight or other house, something where it most definitely should not be. you look outside and see a thick forest swamped in fog, but you live in the city. your curtains grow fucking teeth or eyes or sentience and close on their own to plunge the room into darkness. it's bright daylight outside but your clock says it's the middle of the night or vice versa. the little lever things unlock on their own.

update on the moon; it has shrunk to a single glob of white in the pitch blackness. it is either sinking below the house and being covered, or the eye is blinking.

you're sweet <3 i saw them when they posted haha. i love feefal and the growing mold agenda

Mold fairies with their berry of choice🍓 Instead of pixie dust they leave trails of mold spores.

"sucker love is heaven sent"

I’m having all my wants and desires surgically removed tomorrow

As an alternative to 'sugar, spice, and everything nice'

I present: 'salt, vinegar, and everything sinister'

One of my favorite genres of post