Vyruem @vyruem@awoo.space

I don't think it's a good idea to turn yourself into a pair of cute sheep girls, but hey, you deux ewe.

Peak inebriation is realizing you've overfilled your whisky glass but then you're trying to pour some back into the bottle—even though it has a flow-control spout.

Other than re-tooting, I've not spent much time here for a while.

Hello again, all. How have you been?

TCP is stored in the #BallsACK

Don't try to make me want what I don't want.
Make me want what I don't want to say I want.

Dammit, I was supposed to be writing tonight, not playing Pretty Pretty Gremcess. >_<

A plane full of Vy-clones crash-lands on a remote island. The survivors attempt to organize but soon find their common gremlin-nature also pits them against each other as social order & civility crumbles, devolving into violence and chaos...

"The Lord of the Vys"

The summer isn't even done
But I feel fall within my lungs
That sudden chill that no coat keeps away
With it comes those somber days
Anniversaries of when we laid
Our hopes to rest in unmarked dirt beneath the shade
It would get better, I was told
But as I lose what I cannot hold
I feel that 'bitter' was the word they meant to say
Despite the color of the leaves
That will descend, touched by the breeze
I find my autumns always fallen into grey