#broccultist

[tyetknot]

Andrew Chumbley lived in his parents' house until he was like 35, was a weirdo who was, in addition to many other cringe activities, into Thelema, and had dreadlocks. In my futile attempt to imagine what he would have done in his real mundane life to support himself and keep the freezer stocked with chicken tendies I can conclude only that he would have been some kind of low-grade retail peon, similar to King of the Hill's Ward Rackley. This is giving me a Major Problem, as the resemblance is uncanny.

Separated at birth??

[rockthehass-blog]

@broccultist A gaggle of multicolor daisies would be wonderful! Heh. Pick whichever colors call your creative fancy.

[nietzschefetish-blog]

@broccultist I do certainly have a proposition for you, if you’re inclined to know what it is.

[nietzschefetish-blog]

“Why.“

And this one is difficult to answer because I’m not equipped with the knowledge to answer is. The foresight just isn’t there. You could instead ask God why, since he’s a common go-to man for this type of question. I’m just a lonely demiurge of my own supposed apocryphal void.

[nietzschefetish-blog]

Why are you speaking with me? I was curious to see what you would come up with if I prompted you to blurt out a question. I was peeking my head out, so to speak.

Why do you attempt to fight me and then fuck it up? This one is pretty simple. It’s the anxiety.

Why do you exist? I exist simply because I do, it doesn’t mean that I have to, and it certainly doesn’t mean that I want to. That last train of thought I just typed out is obviously what you’d like to get me to think about, and I’ve already given the train of thought so much attention that it has derailed and crashed into an industrious farm.

Why are you trying to be friends with me? I am not, or am I? I don’t know. It hurts to answer in a straightforward manner.

Why are you with Diana? Again, I am with her simply because I am, it doesn’t mean that I have to be, and while I’d certainly like to be, it’s complicated and sometimes I do have thoughts about leaving. A common teenager’s pastime is having a fleeting heart, and I think you’d understand if you were once a teenager.

I hope this answers some things.

[nietzschefetish-blog]

We bought so many smoothies, wrote so much dark poetry and watched so many teen romance novel to movie adaptations. He legitimately cared about me and I miss that, so forgive me @broccultist if I'm a slight bit peeved.

[nietzschefetish-blog]

I see how temptation fails to grace you tonight. @broccultist, hey there. My favorite color is any shade of violet because it is a color powerful enough to make the rest of the rainbow burst into long-awaited and now malignant tears, because emotional build-up is detrimental both mentally and physically. I speak to you while sipping on a tasty grape drink. What about you?

[nietzschefetish-blog]

@broccultist

I’ll propose a strife of my own design this time.

There are three rounds. In each round, we must write a dark poem. The darkest poem wins.

I’ve decided that you will go first. If you’re smart enough to condense posts, you will reply to this post only with your turn.