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smoke * think * type * repeat * smoke * think * type * repeat * smoke * think * type * repeat

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personality: quarantine

i die reading my previous posts because they are an excellent representation of the various, unpredictable thoughts that I felt COMPELLED to share in the seemingly endless fuck vortex that was 2020-early 2022 covid/quarantine. even having 2 of my dearest nearby, shit got lonely and when shit gets lonely - shit gets weird!!

enter - my socially starved brain! and here i thought i was a loner <3

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titanic sinking but as a 1950s romantic drama between ocean and ship

titanic: ooh north atlantic, this has been been the best 4 days of my life. you're so cool and edgy.

alantic: ahh titanic, it has been the best days of my life too. you're so voluptuous and sturdy.

titanic: i feel so close to you, like i could trust you with my life.

atlantic: im so glad baby, i was feeling the exact same way. let's take this love to the next level.

titanic: hmm, i just don't know atlantic. i've heard so many horror stories of how things can go wrong for a young ship like me and a mature ocean like you.

atlantic: don't worry baby, you can trust me remember? plus, it'll just be the tip. i promise.

titanic: just the tip? ..are you sure?

atlantic: of course i'm sure. i'll show you. see? just the tip.

titanic: yes, i see. i don't know..

atlantic: look how small it is. it won't bite. <winks> just the tip.

titanic: ok <giggles> as long as it's just the tip..

narrator: but alas for titanic, it was not just the tip.

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bubbleguts vs ohshits

bubbleguts: when something has happened that has created such turmoil in your belly that the gurgles and burbles within can be audibly witnessed by all without; often immediately followed by diarrhea. 

ohshits: when your brain goes into a frenzied panic because you just pumped gas and your car hand sani bottle is so low that the pump can’t reach the liquid; often immediately followed by bubbleguts [see above]

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quarantine brain vs quarantine body

brain: it's been 3 hours since we've eaten..so hungry..so weak..will we live? can people even see us anymore? have we starved ourselves into invisibility?!

body: hungry huh? try wearing pants with zippers. or a button down shirt. or anything that doesn't stretch. let me know how hungry you are then, beast. i'll wait..

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boxofsad

he is gone.  it seems like yesterday that all this happened but it’s as though yesterday is suspended in a glass box and I can see it but I’m outside of it, standing in a fog on the other side of the glass and I can’t see my feet to find the path away from that day.