sentience
Talks about dreams, hidden moons and rude house guests. My familiar stepped to let me know his diet food repulses him. The CRT continuing to be the object I fetishize most. Just oh so many cups, my cup runneth over with cups.
She shaved my head in the shower. It'll take some getting used to, the length I want is ALMOST there, like a dogs tongue reaching for the bottom of a pint glass.
Perfect pass time, the language of recreation for all true crust, cards over a coffee table I can never quite purify.
Weekly storytelling with no narrative. Filled with pizza for the first time in a month, a mouthful of stims, a glut of hard truths. Simple company, loving, deepening, breaking the bread of all time.
They still loved you ya know?
I still do to... But I no longer have a horse in that stable.
All the Cain and coors in the world couldn't bury it though. Maybe I'm just becoming more like you, hopefully I never get so mean.