02-08-2020, 03:24 PM
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The ocelot hadn’t attended a meeting in several months – she couldn’t remember the last time. Had she seen Goldie lead a meeting before? She thought not. How… unsupportive of her, she supposed.
Slipping into the deep sea dome, she chose a seat close to the glass. Eri, her saltwater croc, huffed to a seat beside her; she pet him with one paw. Scritching his scaly skin helped soothe her nerves, but he was getting damn big.
Slipping into the deep sea dome, she chose a seat close to the glass. Eri, her saltwater croc, huffed to a seat beside her; she pet him with one paw. Scritching his scaly skin helped soothe her nerves, but he was getting damn big.
waded through the spirits like a flood on the floor
SHE PUSHED THE WATER INSIDE
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?