btw one brother is literally called Patriarch.
I am so bored out of my skull right now I might try writing a poem.
asdfsdfsdfsdf I tried to scoop out the old vanilla wax from my wax melter while it was still warm with a paper towel, but it was thin enough that it spilled through the towel and all over my hand, desk and pants then immediately cooled.
It’s not what it fuckin looks like I swear
I should keep a running tally of how many times I’ve stormed back into work in my skulljammies because I forgot to turn in my cigarette key.
On days like these it’s more than okay for guys to wear kneesocks.
I really like The Void. It’s a treat for the eyes and a genuine work of art.
You’re in a surreal and foreboding Limbo, and like all good Russian games, the goal is survival. It isn’t an action game, though. You have enemies that you fight, but the real threats are time and Color (your finite source of life and the game’s core mechanic). Every minute is tense because your Color is always draining and you have to waste as little as possible to find more.
To keep covering ground, you have to feed Color to the Sisters in each realm while ducking their monstrous and jealous Brothers. You’ll eventually be strong enough to fight them outright, but that’s way down the road.
The game is extremely complex and takes guides, patience, and compulsive saves to get through, but its strange beauty keeps you going. You really feel the fear of entropy, the ugliness of waste, and the pressure of just trying to exist.
Today I had a very modest, carefully portioned plate at the table then spent all afternoon gorging on leftovers.
This song, like,
You just don’t even know.
Last night I dreamed that I was at the end of my 9a-9p shift this week and hadn’t even noticed the time fly by.
btw that shift is tomorrow fuck