i find myself at a lake on a boat
merely waiting for fish to bite at my line and i feel at peace
is this not what we were made for
these small joys in the mundane and boring
my pain medication has worn off
i am completely sober
this is rare Ishmael posting hours
I wamt grandiose stuff i wanna be very wealthy and important
then you admit even through media the sea called
and what are we but wretched creatures easily influenced by all we see
blinks
importance comes with responsibility
let others take that honor
i sought it once and its a broken road filled with pot holes and hazards
Im sleek dont worry ill evade the bad stuff
i’ll leave flowers at your tomb
any requests my dear tutuu
tutu have you ever dug a grave
AAAAAAAA YOU CALLED ME DEAR
YESSSSSSSSSSS
ITS OKAY IF I DIE IF IT MEANT YOU CALLED ME DEAR
I GO TO HEAVEN
gover
Nope!! I probably not strong enough, ground gets hard when its deep. How about you?
I have. It’s a long arduous process that takes hours that leaves you to stew in rage and bitterness
Hug
and what does one do when stewing in one’s rage and bitterness
they get ideas oh tutu one gets ideas!
and these ideas are not ones fully formed
they’re impulses that reach our darkest recesses
in short what life have i lived
will i be damned as those who came before me in Babalyon
U talk like a villain explaining her backstory to me (the protagonist) after youve defeated me and before you deliver the finishing blow (obviously i have plot armor and i wont actually die though)
If i am the villain so says the world they oh the part i shall graciously act
Im so with you Queen