Imagine your thoughts and emotions as Apes interacting in their habitat. You are astride a Lion and wearing a crown while you observe them.

In my will, the person who eats my ENTIRE brain in one sitting gets all my assets.

I am all the secrets (sea monster)

All roots can be pureed.

When you go to the desert, the ethical mantra is “leave no trace.” Perhaps this is why I don’t write.

People who unfollow you because they’re trying to have a social media career, and you’re simply too unpalatable.

Let’s be charming together and live in space like past dreams of the future

If you wrote a poem now, what would it be like?

Congestion pricing

Minotaur + centaur