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[visibly dying of scurvy, botulism, and hubris] give me one good honest kiss, and i’ll be all right

#tia text #the terror

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i try to tear the clock off the wall at my menial 9-to-5 job so i can work without the painful reminder of how i'm trading my finite time for poverty wages, but pulling at the clock reveals that it's connected to the wall not by electrical wires, but by arteries and veins and connective tissue. i keep yanking as the steady tick-tick turns into something like a panicked heartbeat, even as blood stains my only good work shirt and my hold on the flimsy plastic frame starts to slip. one by one, the wretched veins snap until i'm left with a silent plastic corpse. the only sound in my office is the steady tick-tick of my heart.

i have to meet with my boss to talk about damaging company property tomorrow morning

#tia text #uhh gore cw #wow. me? publishing some writing kinda thing here? it's been like forever since i did that #i don't think i even have a writing tag anymore #my art #there it goes in my art tag

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great point! however... hast thou considered the tetrapod?

#tia text #the mountain goats

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you either die a saint or you live long enough to see yourself become the whore

#tia text #i Know i made this post but i cannot find it #mcr #foundations of decay #< so i can find it later

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oops! my bubbly and fun exterior has been cracked, releasing the endless seething rage that flows like magma just beneath my surface! you better watch out! ^_^

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did you know it hurts magnets when you pull them apart? they scream the whole time they’re separated, and they don’t stop until they come back together. you just can’t hear them

#tia text #unreality

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#tia text #polls #neoposting #neopets #sister & i had a long drawn out discussion about how to classify the different neopets into 12 categories #and this is what we came up with #in a perfect world the categories would be even more precise. but this is what i managed with 12 options

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call me metalcore the way i [breakdown] [breakdown] [breakdown] [intense screaming] [breakdown]

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those people standing outside my house with pitchforks and torches? they’re my admirers because i’m so pretty and funny and smart

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the voice in my head that tells me to take better care of myself sounds like you

#tia text #the voice in my head said to put the damn carpal tunnel brace back on

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venue staff member who writes a perfect calligraphy x on the back of your hand

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my love language is pestering others

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we are born without mouths.

this is an improvement, our creators say as they scrutinize our sleek, chrome bodies. my sisters and i say nothing. we stare, our wide, blank eyes reflecting our creators' beaming faces. we are an improvement. what are we an improvement on?

my body is light as air. without a mouth, you see, there's little need for all those extra organs a mouth needs. all i need is a brain and small circulatory system. i am the future--a future where nothing needs to be said, to be digested, to be modified. why would you modify the improved version?

little by little, my light body begins to fail. first, my eye goes. i barely used it anyway, but it was something of a surprise when my owner went to open my eye one day and only darkness came. i suppose it was inevitable. i'm already two years old, after all.

next, my thoughts begin to slow. it takes me longer to wake up these days. some days i worry i won't wake up at all. then what? unlike the clunky, hulking beasts of the past, my body is not designed to be opened up, to be refurbished like a cheap automobile. i was made as i should be, and i cannot be unmade or remade.

my circulatory system died this morning. my external heart, which had once fit so snugly into my aorta, slips and falls out of place now. the small amount of charged blood is all i have left. and in these last moments, i find myself wondering--what would i have as a last meal, if i could?

not that it matters.

after all, we are born without mouths.

inspired by this post

#tia text #idk why but that post about laptops really hit me when i last saw it #so. a short writing piece. hopefully someone enjoys it #what is my writing tag?