Ugh, Was Having A Great Time Mocking My Recently Imprisoned Rival When I Noticed The Camera Positioning

Ugh, was having a great time mocking my recently imprisoned rival when I noticed the camera positioning makes it so that I appear behind the bars, thus framing me as trapped in a metaphorical prison of the narrative, now my whole day is ruined. Fuck.

Tree roots following the pattern of concrete footpaths

Chemical overreaction / compound fracture

Don't mind if I do

you've sheridaned your last tapes

you've godfreyd your last audio guide

you've wyrded your last side

you've old goded your last appalachia

you've i am ined your last eskew

you've nowhered on your last air

you've kingmakered your last histories

you've amelia your last project

you've parkdaled your last haunt

you've ethiced your last town

you've dead letter officed your last somewhere ohio

you've department of variance your last somewhere ohio

you've diced your last shame

you've eithered your last

youve magnused your last archive

youve magnused your last protocol

youve welcome to your last night vale

youve aliced your last isnt dead

youve within the your last wires

youve wolfed your last 359

youve camped your last here and there

youve just rolled your last with it

youve smiled your last grove

youve archived your last 81

youve malevolent your last

youve life in the your last world to come

youve red your last valley

youve penumbrad your last podcast

often, when i dream i am in my mother's house.

barefoot on the cold linoleum, sunlight dappling the yellow walls, purple clover sprouting in the backyard.

my father died in that house.

we don't talk about it much- it is the family secret, the shell and the kernel, the phantom in the crypt.

the silence shrouds us every may.

last night, i was back in that house standing at the bay window watching the fireflies light up the grass as my father walked up the path.

all the words i could not say for the past twelve years were ripped out of my chest as he put his key in the lock and turned the knob.

"don't worry," my mother said to me, "he's just visiting."

omg its past 12 happy birthday hermitcraft