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The Bowery Presents

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Mike Driver
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Origami Around
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Claire Keane

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@withering-soul
if the heavens ever did squeak, she's the last true mouse piece
every corner's getting more bleak, rat poison each week
Do you think someone will remember us?
DEEP TIME was originally published as an accordion-fold comic glued into a circular shape, so the story could be read backwards and forwards from any starting panel. Physical editions of DEEP TIME printed in bright red and teal risograph are avaliable in my shop.
wayback machine I’m going to kiss u on the mouth
notes app poetry u are so real 2 me
sometimes I read back through the stuff I’ve written and I’m like what was I on
notes app poetry u are so real 2 me
lost my 2 favourite rings today :(
also I got the rings back but one of them was broken :( but I’m happy I got one of them back unscathed
I was about to go to sleep and my brain is on autopilot so after I took off my socks to go to bed I tried putting them into my glasses case, then I realised that my glasses were still on my face when the socks didn’t fit inside the case.
lost my 2 favourite rings today :(
the worst part of writing poetry is the last line actually like it never ever adds up properly with the rest of the poem and then like.. what do u even do at that point
please handle me with care i’m a very sleepy and soft creature
paracetamol is carrying me through life rn
literally winter is my worst enemy why am I always sick
paracetamol is carrying me through life rn
me vs the urge to buy tickets to go to a hozier concert later this year
went on wikipedia to see if that wooden goat in sweden was burnt down this year (it wasn’t; it was instead eaten by birds) and then, as the wikipedia god willed it, scrolled further down to discover garden gnome lore and learn abt garden gnome liberationists
I’m like. stupidly anxious rn bc there’s so many things that need to be done but I can’t do them and I’m just here letting it rot me like a fucking tree and I can’t do anything but suffer through it until I’m able to actually do something
everytime I go to sleep my body plays a 1v1 pvp game against my chronic pain and when I wake up its basically equivalent to the battle results page like in street fighter where it’s like
‘leg pain’ S tier
‘headache’ B+