My brain feels like the thoughts are separating and sloughing off into a pool splashing around below. I’m unsure if that’s good or bad. I’m going have to rewatch the How It’s Made segment on yurt building because I was thinking about something while it was playing and then is sloughed off and crumbled.
There are some people out there that still believe that animals are just dumb beasts, but the unlikely animal friendships I’ve gathered here will prove that they are capable of feeling love and compassion just like we are.
Death to America 666
You should all join in my drunken Venetian Snares dance party.
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
My name’s Darren. I like big butts, hard cider, puppies, chocolate chip cookies, and the oscillation of air molecules. Any questions?