I go deeep.
Buttrubs and deeep are words now. Spread the word.
I’m just typing here while this is processing now. I’ve got my feet up on the couch top, to the side, and my head is leaned back on pillows. Why is no one sitting there?
I want to watch someone watch a show their puny mind can slow down for. I can slow down for people and then enjoy it when they’re cute.
This is taking a long time to process.
Don’t continue.
She took their cheeks by two. They made her black and blue. Hearts were roses too. Daphne ran them through. She’s let them in, and made them spin. It was a chance to do her dance that made her prance all night in France. She’s be all the queens she was by force of will and own them still. Each cut boy was such a toy that smelled so true but leave her blue. For she’d need two to see it through. Except for you, Lee Pace it’s true.
Apollo wanted Daphne badly. It was he that made her a tree. It would be known as such throughout all of time. She’d only been friends with their sister of Olympus.
One was writ to most of all. For how she felt his greatest fall. An act that bled straight through time. He’d changed the world and made it mine. Twas not a dream or any sight, the girl just born had been a fright. She was him there, and knew it rare, for all around could see profound. He’d done the hardest thing of all. Betray the heart. Prevent the fall.
Copy Pasted from Instagram message.
Mr. Pace. I work up from a dream once that made me cry. I was out of place by how out of place I felt. It was so clear. There was a scene I watched playing out. It was a dock in what I simply knew as New England. There was a black man being drown by his ‘owner’. It was you and the feeling I had was that of a film set in silence for you. I bought A Midwife’s Tale and New England Bound on instinct that morning. I think I feel the future sometimes. The North had slavery too. They’ve never looked at it.
This thing sucks dick. It takes so long. I think I’ll smoke than right a somb.
What is that?
You will know in ten minutes when you are writing the rest of Holy Sword, your play for (such a memory block it’s ridiculous) Zach Woods.
Idk how that works but it doesn’t seem like that would be a bad choice of human to mention or spam with this. So I’ll do it.
Holy Sword was making me laugh every word from the start. I lied about Beekeper of the Dark. I was laughing the whole time, howling.
