The stuff I think is kind of scary sometimes. At some point this body will just be a vehicle for the literal motions of pretending to live, and i’ll be back in Grandma’s living room where nothing bad ever happens or happened or will happen.
Anyway, how are your holidays going, I guess.
Oh uh forget all the weird foreboding shit you just read, pretend we went through a photo album and you saw that I infact was human and functional once.
Be good, Elliott(’s).
21th in A Nice Dream On Elm Street
- Dec. 21, 2025, 4:29 p.m.
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