#8bitandbeyond original

[8bitandbey0nd]

If I could catch the moon and stars

and pull them closer just for you,

Then I would, baby I would.

If I could bottle up the ocean,

We could share a glass or two,

Then I would, maybe we could.

[8bitandbey0nd]

Nerd girl, I don’t deserve you.

I don’t get the references you refer to.

I love your Lipsmackers and your lack of perfume.

I hope to get you home by curfew.

[8bitandbey0nd]

Never drawn without a reference or anything before and I’ve never drawn without trying to make everything neatly fit neat lines but I’m trying to learn to not let things like that get to me so here is the silly.

[8bitandbey0nd]

I’m your moon, You’re my Moon.

We go round and round.

From out here,

It’s the rest of the world that looks so small.

Promise me,

You will always remember who you are.

[8bitandbey0nd]

Had a dream last night I went to a Halloween themed prom and they had like little fake chain props and tables full of hundreds of different bags of chips.

By the end of the dance they said how the chains were technically edible and so I was like “Oh what? That’s super cool can I eat one?” And someone there was like “sure why not.”

So I start eating a chain and I’m not really enjoying it too much but I started eating it and I was like halfway done so I finish it.

That’s when one of the. Employees packing everything away says “Oh I wouldn’t have eaten those.”

So I ask “Why not?”

That’s when they reply

“They’re made out of bugs”

She shows me the container they come from and it’s just full of like squished moths, flys, and other little buggers.

Instantly I’m nauseous and lean over a solo bleacher bench and point my head towards a trash can.

She comes up to me and sits behind me with her hand on my back trying to comfort me since I’m so disgusted and scared of throwing up since it’s always freaked me out.

I can’t do it until out of the corner of my eye I see a large squished moth the size of my hand next to a wall.

It freaks me out so much I start throwing up and don’t stop for a good minute or two.

That’s when I wake up, and spit out of my mouth since I was in the middle of doing that when I woke up.

I feel nauseous and grossed out but overall fine and go about my day.

Flash forward about six hours and my roommates bring some left over food from a fancyish restaurant, some of which being tacos and shrimp (my favorites) which they say I can eat.

I eat the shrimp, then everything that fell out of the tortilla of the taco before I take a bite of the tortilla and it tastes like, you guessed it,

THE FUCKING CHAINS.

THE FUCKING TORTILLA TASTED LIKE THE BUG CHAINS FROM MY DREAM.

Needless to say I was grossed out but I was so grossed out I didn’t know how to react so I just drank three cups of water until the taste was gone and started to tear up.

This happened like twelve minutes ago and I still feel nauseous.

[8bitandbey0nd]

Me explaining how 98% of the albums I listen to can’t be shuffled because if they are they lose the slow descent from a soft alternative rock genre to a depressive rock that poses some serious and genuine questions to think about and so shuffling changes most of the nuances of slowly hearing the artist crack and devolve into what the ending is: