Daughk

Dear Abbey

Wading through a sea of external stimuli to try and awaken the beast within

I don’t drink

That’s why they’re called Loafers

Is it common to see into the void a few times before you get sucked in? Is it like labor, where sightings occur with increasing frequency?

I just want somebody to cook for 😔

Sometimes I don’t know what to do with my arms when I’m trying to sleep.

Was just making sure my testes were safe.

I thought we were allowed to do whatever now, your honor

Love me
Love me knot (oomf)
Love me
Love me knot ( oof)
Love me
Love me knot (argh)

I have a fear of speed bumps but I’m slowly getting over it

Higher thoughts:

What’s the point of a SONIC toothbrush if I still have to brush for two minutes?

Don't stare at my balls.
I can't take intense scrotiny.

Who needs a weather report when you got joints?

My knees day there's a storm abrewing...

My back says cold front...

My head says pressure is dropping...

Cheers, GGPretty. And thanks for the hb wishes. Hope all is well with you.

Went against my better judgement and opted for optimism when I renewed my driver’s license for 10 years, after turning 70 this month.

“anyway so how’s your flesh prison been tho”

I don’t want a soulmate. I want a co conspirator

If we're pals, I'll like your post even if I don't know what it means 🤷🏻‍♀️

Designing a yonic maze and calling it the "labiarynth"

life hack:

eat. sleep. swear profusely. repeat.

We certainly didn't talk of OUR FEELINGS about it in class the next day. We talked about what it meant globally, the likelihood (or not) of it happening, and how hiding under our desks was not going to save our scrawny asses. After school, we went out to the quarry to throw rocks about it.

Ahhh, to be 38 again…

A gradual and incremental transformation via ingestion of microplastics in conjunction with remote control construction nanobots injected into the bloodstream, following blueprints of your choice.

Progress? Going from little sleep to not wanting to get out of bed. Different, at least.

#PinkFloyd

There’s eight more of Megan out there?!

Cat, Roberto, asks me to open the door to the back room like I’m some kind of Dolittle or shit.

Weed store
You looking for indica or sativa?

Doesn’t matter, the only part of connoisseur I’m familiar with is the sewer part.