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The catwoman is a thief.
She’s a lost child.
She’s a grown woman!
Ah, yes. And there’s the rub. She’s not the type of criminal you’re used to chasing. Confusing, isn’t it?
She’s a lost child.
She’s a grown woman!
Ah, yes. And there’s the rub. She’s not the type of criminal you’re used to chasing. Confusing, isn’t it?
November 19, 2025 at 6:36 AM
The catwoman is a thief.
She’s a lost child.
She’s a grown woman!
Ah, yes. And there’s the rub. She’s not the type of criminal you’re used to chasing. Confusing, isn’t it?
She’s a lost child.
She’s a grown woman!
Ah, yes. And there’s the rub. She’s not the type of criminal you’re used to chasing. Confusing, isn’t it?
And I told her, I always said to her, time and time again, I said, “get out.” So this is me… getting out.
November 19, 2025 at 5:30 AM
And I told her, I always said to her, time and time again, I said, “get out.” So this is me… getting out.
You’ve observed all that. But you knew it from the start. I think you’re here for something else.
And what might that be?
Friendship. I think you’re lonely.
And what might that be?
Friendship. I think you’re lonely.
November 19, 2025 at 4:25 AM
You’ve observed all that. But you knew it from the start. I think you’re here for something else.
And what might that be?
Friendship. I think you’re lonely.
And what might that be?
Friendship. I think you’re lonely.
Blood is life, lackbrain. Why do you think we eat it? It’s what keeps you going, makes you warm, makes you hard, makes you other than dead.
November 19, 2025 at 3:21 AM
Blood is life, lackbrain. Why do you think we eat it? It’s what keeps you going, makes you warm, makes you hard, makes you other than dead.
This is my soul and the world unwinding, this is my heart in the still winter air.
November 19, 2025 at 2:18 AM
This is my soul and the world unwinding, this is my heart in the still winter air.
They have other functions too, those rites. It is a fearful thing to be haunted by those who loved us once. It is a fearful thing to haunt those one loves.
November 19, 2025 at 1:13 AM
They have other functions too, those rites. It is a fearful thing to be haunted by those who loved us once. It is a fearful thing to haunt those one loves.
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
November 19, 2025 at 12:13 AM
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
In the dark of December.
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
“We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,”
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
MARCUS. Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep,
Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break.
I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.
TITUS. Will it consume me? Let me see it, then.
Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break.
I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.
TITUS. Will it consume me? Let me see it, then.
November 18, 2025 at 11:11 PM
MARCUS. Titus, prepare thy aged eyes to weep,
Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break.
I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.
TITUS. Will it consume me? Let me see it, then.
Or, if not so, thy noble heart to break.
I bring consuming sorrow to thine age.
TITUS. Will it consume me? Let me see it, then.
Your soul will build your body into a home.
November 18, 2025 at 10:08 PM
Your soul will build your body into a home.
I break no law in returning. I only wish you to understand why my voice is of two places… and I of two names.
November 18, 2025 at 9:07 PM
I break no law in returning. I only wish you to understand why my voice is of two places… and I of two names.
An abstract painting will react to you if you react to it. You get from it what you bring to it. It will meet you halfway but no further. It is alive if you are. It represents something and so do you. YOU, SIR, ARE A SPACE TOO.
November 18, 2025 at 8:07 PM
An abstract painting will react to you if you react to it. You get from it what you bring to it. It will meet you halfway but no further. It is alive if you are. It represents something and so do you. YOU, SIR, ARE A SPACE TOO.
“You wish. I am not your underling. I take issue with that. I demand insult accuracy. I mean, who are we even, if we’re not accurate. We’re no one, dude.”
November 18, 2025 at 7:02 PM
“You wish. I am not your underling. I take issue with that. I demand insult accuracy. I mean, who are we even, if we’re not accurate. We’re no one, dude.”
“I don’t even really understand the other option. If you die and become young again, but your mind isn’t somehow wiped, it’s the same as staying young anyway. And if it is wiped, then… You’re basically dead, right? You might as well just become a new person.”
November 18, 2025 at 5:56 PM
“I don’t even really understand the other option. If you die and become young again, but your mind isn’t somehow wiped, it’s the same as staying young anyway. And if it is wiped, then… You’re basically dead, right? You might as well just become a new person.”
The memory of drifting hits him like a slap unformed— blue, amorphous, so full of longing that he staggers, trips on nothing, and ends up on his knees, dry heaving on the floor beneath the burden of a nauseous desire.
November 18, 2025 at 4:52 PM
The memory of drifting hits him like a slap unformed— blue, amorphous, so full of longing that he staggers, trips on nothing, and ends up on his knees, dry heaving on the floor beneath the burden of a nauseous desire.
‘And I suppose once a knife girl, always a knife girl.’
November 18, 2025 at 3:52 PM
‘And I suppose once a knife girl, always a knife girl.’
PLAYER: I extract significance from melodrama, a significance which it does not in fact contain; but occasionally, from out of this matter, there escapes a thin beam of light that, seen at the right angle, can crack shell of mortality.
November 18, 2025 at 2:48 PM
PLAYER: I extract significance from melodrama, a significance which it does not in fact contain; but occasionally, from out of this matter, there escapes a thin beam of light that, seen at the right angle, can crack shell of mortality.
The basic function of popular music is to create an environment for courting, lovemaking, and doing the dishes. It’s useful because it addresses the heart in the midst of all these activities, and it will always be useful in this very important way.
November 18, 2025 at 1:47 PM
The basic function of popular music is to create an environment for courting, lovemaking, and doing the dishes. It’s useful because it addresses the heart in the midst of all these activities, and it will always be useful in this very important way.
“Something is bothering you,” Newton observes, quite correctly.
“Nothing is bothering me,” Hermann replies, like an individual lacking a prefrontal cortex.
“Nothing is bothering me,” Hermann replies, like an individual lacking a prefrontal cortex.
November 18, 2025 at 12:40 PM
“Something is bothering you,” Newton observes, quite correctly.
“Nothing is bothering me,” Hermann replies, like an individual lacking a prefrontal cortex.
“Nothing is bothering me,” Hermann replies, like an individual lacking a prefrontal cortex.
When I said:
“I have lots of theories on bodies–our bodies are meant to hold other bodies.”
I meant that we have canines for a reason.
“I have lots of theories on bodies–our bodies are meant to hold other bodies.”
I meant that we have canines for a reason.
November 18, 2025 at 11:38 AM
When I said:
“I have lots of theories on bodies–our bodies are meant to hold other bodies.”
I meant that we have canines for a reason.
“I have lots of theories on bodies–our bodies are meant to hold other bodies.”
I meant that we have canines for a reason.
what the fuck! and i’m like here is the magic i was looking for, why did i ever think i was going to find it anywhere else. it was always here!!!
November 18, 2025 at 10:35 AM
what the fuck! and i’m like here is the magic i was looking for, why did i ever think i was going to find it anywhere else. it was always here!!!
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edge and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull
November 18, 2025 at 9:32 AM
Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby, edge and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull
We are manipulating people and we need to know our worst sides aren’t ignored.
November 18, 2025 at 8:31 AM
We are manipulating people and we need to know our worst sides aren’t ignored.
You are my superior officer. You are also my friend. I have been, and always shall be, yours.
November 18, 2025 at 7:27 AM
You are my superior officer. You are also my friend. I have been, and always shall be, yours.
How did you turn out so great? Who do I thank for the man you’ve turned into? Kid, do you know how proud I am? If I don’t show how proud I am… You hold my dreams, kid, I burst at the seams ‘cause of you.
November 18, 2025 at 6:22 AM
How did you turn out so great? Who do I thank for the man you’ve turned into? Kid, do you know how proud I am? If I don’t show how proud I am… You hold my dreams, kid, I burst at the seams ‘cause of you.
It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together. And I knew it. I knew it the first time I touched her. It was like coming home, only to no home I’d ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew it. It
November 18, 2025 at 5:22 AM
It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together. And I knew it. I knew it the first time I touched her. It was like coming home, only to no home I’d ever known. I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew it. It