Lowkey mourning the nightsky

wake up -> i need to be disassembled for maintenance -> my overly complicated and non deliberate nature forbids this -> go to sleep -> wake up -> i need to be

Mixing more and more different teas in a cup until I reach a combination that makes the witches of the woods recognize me as one of their own

girls are enthralled by the deep sea. They cannot help themselves but be hypnotized by the depths. In their dreams they see the abyss. They're fucking squids. Its true

Sometimes when things get heavy I mentally transport myself to a grass field at the outskirts of a dilapidated past metropolis in the year 8000 overtaken by a brand new ecosystem and i think myself as a little smart toaster oven given sentience to better make toast pondering purposeless existence