To Those Of You Who Wad Up Toilet Paper,

Hell

I walk down the stairwell, the only sounds being my own breathing and footsteps.

There are few lights for me to see but somehow I know where to step although I have never walked here before. The lights that are here exist as floating orbs in small slits of the smooth walls.

I feel a breeze just out of reach, enough for me to believe the end is around the next turn. My curiosity endless like the stairs I hurriedly walk down. Then with a single step I am there. And He is there, all I hear from silent lips is " there's cheese in the fridge."

God I love me that bagged fridge cheese.

Please sir, can I have some dopamine. I can't go on without it.

"God I just want to go home and eat some sexy oreos"

-One sexy trilobite

I want to be free of this thing we call "responsibilities". Let me run barefoot, butt ass naked in the woods with a vodka stash so I may be free as the local cryptid I am meant to be.

"Sorry for spitting Kombucha on you"

- A friend

You could say I am a bit of a state

Christmas time is here, so do y'all peel you're candy canes before you eat then?

Day 1 of my self quarantine

I don't want to get out bed but I also really want tea. Not much has changed

Halloween must be hell for police. There are severed body parts everywhere and they keep getting more realistic.

Yes, drink the Bubby