nobody else is brave enough to talk about how much Jesus was into feet

me: what do you know about atoms?

them: very little

me: besides that

“I don’t know what’s wrong with it, it just started acting up!”

I’d love a more conscientious effort to reclaim this word. I find it glorious.

It feels a little like a bunch of people talking on a subway train and I’m sort of here for it. I’m curious to see if that mellows out or ramps up.

A screenshot of the audiobook cover of Horrorstör by Grady Hendrix, featuring an IKEA-like furniture setup, but with ghostly images in several picture frames.

Painting the bathroom calls for the appropriate horror to listen to along with it; a perfect time to start this wicked number.