@HansMokeNiemann You are a legend, Hans. Magnus, Hikaru, https://t.co/lT255ZdlA4, and all their blind followers should be ashamed of their petty and baseless accusations. Continue to stand strong. Prove them all wrong.
He never thought he would miss the way she hated him; he took that for granted. She used to crush his feelings like they were lemons but she hated lemonade. That became all he could remember. Her hate was beautiful in retrospect when her love was a forgotten memory.
He saw her swimming in a sea of faces and his thumb reached out. They connected. She made laughing emojis at his jokes and they spoke about their dreams, about love and pineapple on pizza. That's where their love story ended. He superliked her. She only kind of liked him.
A bright orange sunrise oozes over the horizon like a sunny side egg sizzling in the sky. Cities of Earth shuffle reluctantly to life but turn their dumb-struck gazes toward the darkened sky as Jörmungandr, Eater of Worlds, sprinkles meteors of salt onto our tasty-looking planet.
"You can't stay in bed like this, David. Your room reeks of depression." "I'm not depressed. It's called limbo." "Same thing." "No, depression implies pain. I'm waiting for pain or joy to wake me." "I see. So will it be a punch in the dick or an ice cream?" "I'll take ice cream."