Dec 8, 2019
Me after last week's episode: I will not read every fan theory and fanfiction. I will sleep.
Me after this week's episode:
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Me after last week's episode: I will not read every fan theory and fanfiction. I will sleep.
Me after this week's episode:
(Von Tae) #LGBTUrbanCharts
So bitch…. How much time ya got for me to tell the tale of…all the went down
oh god if if ita fibeeglass
Because there will be a book.
Someday, when I regain my hold on reality.
You know, sometimes you just lose your grip. Nothing to do about it. You see the fabric slipping through your fingers, and you realize it’s ripping oh so easily as it slides, and that you could very well be holding up the fabric of space and time. And then think, huh, this is serious. Super serious. And then you think about how you probably shouldn’t have done that many tabs.
But it’s too late and now you’re God baby. You have awakened inside a human on earth and are currently viewing your own creation, realizing that, having extensive knowledge of odd quantum physics theories like the unified-consciousness thing, this could be the entire meaning of your existence. Experience what you yourself have created. Because if we are one than everything I do you do and what you do I do and reverse sideways backwards times infinity, and yet independently and one at a time. So you, and you and you are all in control but none of you understand how to reach it and even less of you are willing to figure it out. Such good kids, working jobs and making babies. Too busy living life to notice that we are all just a quantum rumple in the fabric. Weave it, God dammit.
Want some bonus poetry food for later? Nah? Too bad. Because witches weave webs but gods weave realities. Webs have a goal but realities are so much more fun, if you’re looking to play games.
I’m gonna write a poem about that when I’m sober, to plaster on this blog. That’ll give me something to in a few hours.
You are welcome for this word vomit, Tumblr. May you feel honoured by my use of your technologies.
bill nye @ 4am till I die
What do I got to lose?