how do u think anteaters wld feel if they found out they were named after the thing they eat? me personally i’d feel kinda like, there’s more to be said about me. like maybe there’s an anteater that rlly likes watching the clouds. cloudwatcher.
regardless, it’s fascinating how life persists. i am but a flea. my life just as meaningful and insignificant. who’s to say even the smallest creatures don’t take pleasure in art? how wld we know… there must be libraries hidden in the floorboards of tiny print. dust mite poetry.
at this point i think i’d miss them if they left. i think i’d feel their absence. and not just bc they wldnt be biting up on my ankles in the middle of the night anymore. like i feel like i know them… their families…. it’s been generations now… centuries in flea time
meanwhile i’ve got paranoia that the food i eat is poisoned and not from cross contamination of the damn fogger im talking like. taco bell. and in my mind it’s a m*th lab and no more doritos locos crunch for me unless i wanna stay up all night. drugs kinda f****d me up ngl
all these reddit posts like “can i enter my home after 2hrs using a fogger” “can i use a fogger in the bedroom while i hide out in the kitchen” “will my pet be ok if i put him in a cardboard box next to the fogger bc i can’t take him to barnes n noble w me” so…. bold.. of them.
Me, five minutes into a first date with someone I just met, completely sober: “Now let me tell you about the worst thing that ever happened to me when I was an alcoholic maniac.”
Week of 10/1 in Cancer: An ocean of hearts is there. You can put your smoothest song in the middle of it. Finally a beginning and an ending is one and the same. That’s the way that you can know all of it.