Plentitudes of Always
They'll ask how
You start again,
You start again.
Every
Day is a daymare.
Alternating, waywheres.
Pull the doug out from under.
Pull the doug is just another, just
Another taker, grifter, hustler.
I ain't take shit from the alive.
I survive on their lack of alives.
Sausage in the pan,
I'm your man. Some hell on what's left,
Give me a little, a little more, that's
My depth. I'll feed you, girl and co.
Friends, eat, mightily and mm.
You get this donair on the corner of
Jasper and 110. Pickled turnips, real
Beef seasoned too well. Lil sauce, I mean
An amount worth believing in. God,
That's my jam. That's my girlfriend getting down
Again. I tell her when she eats it gets me
Hard. Inside, I'm like you, wanting, craving, really.
Think about pickles, bbq pork sliders, slawed
Of onion. The amount of love that goes into tears.
My ritual of olive to pan to heat to begin again,
Clean palette, clean fat, cleanly showered, clean.
See the way these wipes away my soul's okay.
Wipe away the tears after a serving. She's in love
And I'm returning. You put simple gyozas in a brew.
Seasoned your best, little sesame oil goes forever
Brothed, greens chopped and scattered. Simple kiss
Of the above. Gratitudes endeared. She don't eat
Much. Said she likes it. Said she really, well, she
Went for another bowl. I peppered it with greens.
Illusory is us, underfed, underlying
In underloves. Keep on scrolling. Met your match.
That god on the corner street, your passion
Meets its bodega cigarette, cheap. Taste this
Union of all that's left, Bourdain on the breath. Heat.
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Just sitting here thinking about Nie Huaisang and his lil decade-long revenge scheme against the man who murdered his brother, and how boring it is to talk about whether it was justified (yes) or whether Jin Guangyao had it coming (absolutely) or whether it morally excused the peripheral harm to innocent people (no), when the more important question is: how fucking JUICY was it that NHS looked at the way JGY murdered Nie Mingjue and said, “okay, I’m doing that to you, but I’m going to do it even harder. I’m gonna destroy your life before I kill you! I’m going to abuse your trust while you remain ignorant of my murderous intentions, and I’m going to use your sworn brother as a weapon against you the same way you used him against my brother.”
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what if we were best friends, and what if i fucked your boyfriend because i couldn’t fuck you, and what if i killed you—haunt me then!—and what if i ate you so i could finally have you all to myself, and what if i ritualized your death so i could consume you over and over again, and what if i didn’t know where you ended and i began, and what if we were both girls
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as we enter the start of a semester and the dreaded Hour of Making Friends us upon us... if ur ever at a loss for what to say in one of those weird social situations where you only vaguely-know people, one of my favorite questions to ask is "what is your favorite food crime." a food crime is like the food combination that you love that other people find revolting. press them to take it further than pineapple on pizza, that's rote. food crimes is a good topic that has many benefits as it turns out all people are degenerates and also it will give you some cool ideas to try out later in the privacy of your own degenerate kitchen
the other good thing to ask is "okay but has anyone here ever been someplace haunted" bc it turns out if you ask most people directly they don't believe in ghosts, but many people are like "oh yeah i lived in a haunted house. ghosts aren't real tho"
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Sorry @ the people who followed me for esoteric worldbuilding. have some more neopets
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I’m trying to sleep but all I can think about rn is Cowboy Ghost getting soft not only in the emotional sense, but also in the physical sense. You bet your ass Goose is feeding him three square meals a day because love is food and food is love. The transition is slow, but eventually his belly gets a little softer, forearms a little bigger. Ugh I just know he’d be so comfy to cuddle. Plus what better sign of recovery and safety than out eating his metabolism. I don’t know where this is going. I have the soft ghost brain rot.
God you're so right all the time.
Ghost definitely keeps his exercise regimen from his time in the special forces, routine is good for him and it wakes him up in the morning when all he really wants to do is stay in bed with you. Days when he can't resist that temptation he finds his feet dragging a little, his body itching to expend energy some other way. But it's the strangest thing, he notices it when it's already happened, he's gained weight. Ghost has very... neutral feelings about his body, it is a body and its his, which is fine. He isn't sure quite how this happened though. He puzzles over it as you set a full plate of eggs, bacon, grits, in front of him at breakfast. He puzzles over it when you hand him a nicely wrapped sandwich and a coke at lunch. He puzzles over it while getting seconds at dinner.
He's softer at the edges, around the middle. Out eatting his metabolism, or perhaps keeping pace with it. He isnt hungry all the time anymore. He's sleeping better. He feels better, more comfortable in his skin, more himself when you drape an arm over his chest in bed and cuddle closer to his warmth. You settle so comfortably on top of him, snuggle in like it's your job, he isn't sure he misses the hard edges. You've worn them down, reshaped and softened them like the waves gently lapping at stones along the seashore. It was slow enough he didn't notice until it had already happened: how much happier he is here with you.
Really he only takes silent notice of it, enjoys the softer lines of his body and the way you hold them, until his daughters come along. Until he has babies sleeping on his chest and he's glad there's some cushion for their little heads. Until they wrap their arms around him and smush their face against his stomach and he's glad to provide them some warmth. Until he spots one of their little fill in the blank school assignments, "my daddy is a cowboy because he eats a lot", and finds himself smiling. Softer in the places that count, healthier than he's ever been, and happier for it.
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