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Me: "Idk I don't think I have any weird attachments due to autism"

Also me: "PEOPLE SHOULD RESPECT FOOD BECAUSE EVEN STUFF YOU CAN'T STAND NOURISHES THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE IT."

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I was raised by wolves, but I was still on the menu.

Black Sheep, mixed media

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Joel Miller is just post apocalypse Hank Hill

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Had a dream last night that I woke up to The Headline™️. Woke up and the bastards still acting like he owns the place. This is like waking up on April fools day when you thought it was gonna be Christmas.

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Rescue Dog

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One day I hope to wake up and notice that the pit in my chest no longer feels empty.

That when I walk around my neighborhood, swastika analogs will no longer wave above the houses of my neighbors.

That when I introduce myself, nobody will call me a monster.

One day, I hope my finger eases off the trigger, and the gun clatters to the ground.

I would unload the magazine and turn the cartridges into jewelry.

I would disassemble the weapon, and bury it in the back yard.

One day, I hope to look at the world around me and understand that I am loved.

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As the world decays, I decay with it.

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They'll see the stubble show up,

They'll see the toothpaste stop draining,

They'll see the grease begin to coat your hair,

But not once will they see you.

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It has been 300 days since the last confirmation of your survival.

"I miss you too"

But do you?

Do you miss me the way that you narrowly miss a tree trunk while the stench of tequila creeps from your mouth to your nose?

Or do you miss me the way that a satellite misses the Earth as it falls.

In orbit,

Far enough away.

Are the planes falling from the sky where you are?

They are here.

Can you really blame them?

At least when a plane crashes, it doesn't miss anything.

The cold dirt in a field in October which tells you that you should have come home sooner.

The heat from the fire in the wreckage which greets you as your own beating heart.

The pilot died on impact.

The survivors ate the dead.

Did you miss them after each swallow?

Did you tell them you loved them?

Did you kiss the bones before you buried them?

You see,

I miss you in the way that a bullet misses a vital organ,

Which is to say

I feel I have not done as I'm supposed to.

I have failed,

And as a consequence,

I must remain here

Just under your ribcage

I hope we never miss again.

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"I don't know if they're really transin' the mice, but if they are, I'm just glad those mice get to be happy."

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Everything in the fridge has been left to rot.

I could create a meal for you.

Onions, and garlic, scraping the fond from the pan.

I would love if you let me make your dinner

Some other time.

Not today, because I had to leave the house today, and it really fucked me up

But tomorrow, or the next, or maybe after one hundred tomorrows I will keep my promise

But that assumes that one day I will extend past the boundaries of my bedroom, maybe to tell you about something that happened six hundred years ago somewhere in Europe.

Maybe to tell you about the news,

Maybe to tell you that I love you, and I hope you stop drinking, and that I couldn't have done it without you.

When the milk in the fridge went sour, I did not continue to drink.

When the meat smelled off, I did not continue to eat.

But I have said hello three hundred times since you last spoke.

Maybe one day you'll ask me about the news.

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Forgive me, but I hate your vacation photos, I hate your little neighborhood, and your little car. I hate that you're happy.

I'm unhappy, so nobody deserves to be happy.

No.

I'm unhappy, and I want you to be happy, but for now I cannot find it within myself to be happy for you.

Go to Hell.

Or France.

Or Italy, or wherever it is people who don't worry about all the people they love being swallowed whole by the darkest little thoughts in a strangers head go.

Your comfort is an affront to God.

I love you, Go to Hell.

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"I respect chimpanzees, but I know to fear them."

*takes rip from bong"

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Take this momento it was plundered from the battlegrounds of tiktok.

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