i don't even know

It could only be death incarnate.

She looked at the thing, as her groceries clattered to the ground.  It turned to face her, and all she could do was run.  She dashed to the door, fumbling for her keys.  They slipped from her fingers, jangling as they hit the concrete.  She spun around, watching it approach slowly.

It didn't walk right, her mind tried to make sense of it's slow deliberate steps, picking each foot up higher than necessary, almost a strut.  It towered above her, casting spindly shadows of appendages.  Then it spoke.

"You are frightened," the voices said calmly.  There were dozens of individual tones, some male, some female.  "I.  I have frightened you."  It seemed confused by this.

She curled up into a ball, wishing the thing would kill her quickly, and not drag it out.  She found herself in it's shadow as it stood above her.  There were soft feather like touches on her body as it seemed to be inspecting her.  "I did not intend this," the voices whispered.  "I only desired to see things."

She squeezed as tight as possible and sobbed.  After nearly a minute, she opened her eyes to find herself alone, with her groceries sitting in the grass.

i hate myself so fucking much.

just.

so fucking much.

imagine have that fucking bitch from high school in your head, all day, every day, telling you how much she hates you.

every


day.

ok. thanks, blogger?

something about https.  the like, less open web thing, right?  i think the government can still see you reading porn, but like, exxon can't see you reading porn.  why is everyone always so against porn, am i right?

there was another thing.  i.  i didn't read the thing, it was a thing, about stuffs, and my blogger account and how people (maybe?) can view it (maybe?).  some stuffs.

so

hey

if you're like "what's drunk with sammy?" and it's all "tell me your mother's name!"

that is an uncool monster robot, so don't do that.  "what animals does sammy like?"  no!

bears, dogs, penguins, REGULAR THINGS, MONSTER BOT!

"ok, so maybe sammy is a bit paranoid..."  NO!  just, hey, maybe robots aren't always going to  be friendly.  now i'm re reading this and feeling dumb, and then re-re-reading it and thinking about friendly sandwiches.

so.  summary:

"sandwiches are good"
"drunking while drunk is super hard"
"something about burgers"
"i outlined 'play' a bit, and just need to stop being so fucking awful so i can write it.  it'[s not great, but it dials in a lot of fetishes, so, sorry for being so diverse."
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butts.

i don't blog here enough

i do the tumblr, which is literally just "that's cool.  make other people see it."

and i guess social media is logarithmic?

like, my twitter has like three people, blogger like 50, and tumblr like 500.  so, if i open a facebook, do i get 9000?

probably not, because there's a limit to being a jerk.

i am working on new stories.

i have made three sentences of "spa treatment 2".  i have thought a lot about how to make spa treatment 2 not suck.  spa treatment 2 might not be super great if you're not me.  sorry.

i've spent a lot of time walking through my apartment complex thinking about exhibition: p.  i'm still not sure exhibition: p is a good story.  we might just all have to suffer through my anxiety on that one.

sorry.

sorry everybody, everywhere.