Me: there's just no way you ONLY have air conditioners
Lowes employee: *visibly uncomfortable*
Me: here's the thing Curp
Lowes employee: it's Curt
Me: here's the thing Curd. I'm gonna need you to show me where the air shampoos are
(film critic after watching a movie that features some neon lighting)
this movie is absolutely nuts, like an acid trip slathered in meth, a delirious dive off the edge, a kaleidoscopic extravaganza that must be experienced to be believed, a phantasmagoric descent into the void
just took my garbages out to the road. hopefully it’s enough for them this time and the garbage men aren’t banging on my door asking for “more garbage”
me, lightly touching miette with the side of my foot: miette move out of the way please so I don’t trip on you
miette, her eyes enormous: you KICK miette? you kick her body like the football? oh! oh! jail for mother! jail for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!
My selfies are 40% decent angles, 30% trickery of light, and 30% chaotic power imbued through the old gods.
Irl I’m actually a trench coat full of crows