Ah, fuck. Here I am. This isn't the me you "me"d before. Except... no, you "you" me, and I "me" me. I suppose it's only acceptable to "me" another when you're like: You're just like me, Randall. Except.... the yous and mes are just reversed, but in context, like, the big picture homburg-- OO.... why … Continue reading Vagaries and Trash, Bitch
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Nightmares
Recently, I have had something of a dry spell when it comes to dreams. Perhaps, though, it is just an inability to remember dreams that leaves me without something to explore in waking life. I remember bits and pieces, sometimes just the settings, but no real details. Last night, I know that I dreamed that … Continue reading Nightmares
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 