@ohfeltyou
“Do you think God ever regrets creating this planet, maybe wishes he made a cleaner, better, colder one out on some other star where they never invented capitalism or the radical left.”
It’s been a month. Maybe two, maybe three. In her head she rationalizes her absence as she ghosted Abra for so long that it would have just been awkward if she went back, perpetually penniless and vibrating with nervous energy. Then she got hungry. And her dealer stopped texting back. And a street cat gave her a nasty infection. Abra will find her on the couch like she never left, hands in a cereal box like a grimy toddler.
“I’m kidding. Obviously none of that is real, obviously, because God isn’t real, obviously Did whoever made you tell you they were playing him. Or have you been tripping for a whole fucking eternity.”
