lunch
leftovers for luncheon. it’s a common occurrence, and i’m happy for it. simple herb and garlic deliciousness, and teeny potatoes just taste better
never again mr. zen
i couldn’t fall asleep last night, as i was PISSED AT THE SHITTY SHARPENING JOB ON MY BELOVEDS!!! yes, the big one is decades old, but it’s true and lovely, and deserves to be treated as such. god DAMN!! i · proceed…
there will be blood
my soul is somewhere in there. in the depths of that black. stirring, stirring, turning into something sweet. something bitter. something burnt and inedible. something to take you directly to nirvana