mood (-)
I feel burnt out, forgotten, superfluous, unsafe at any speed, uncomfortable among my own remaining friends and their politics, and terrified for having placed my lone remaining egg in the Parallax basket.
For related reasons, I also feel like hiring a trained coyote stunt plush, hanging a sign around their neck saying "The Actual God Coyote," and then gently tethering them to the ceiling for multi-hour use as a Nerf bat piñata. Fuck You for being right about EVERYTHING, Divine Asshole.
mood (-)
@Leucrotta Sorry, candidates with bones and organs will not be considered for insurance reasons. *petpet* O:)