Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work. “We should just set it on fire.”

There are a lot of moody entities with weird and dangerous powers around here.

She snuck a chrome Ronson out of her clutch, struck up a flame and lit the end of a white cigarette. She pulled it away from her red lips with a gentle puff. "40 grand might not be a lot to anyone these days," she said. "But, it would mean an awful lot to me."

Plenty of entropy.

in the muppets dimension, rooms have 16 walls 🤯

Poltergeist as decluttering tool, is this a thing?

apples? YUCK (this is how you know I’m not a secret horse)

"They look like the slag and refuse of Cyclopean furnaces, poured out in pre-human years, to cool and harden into shapes of limitless grotesquery." Clark Ashton Smith throwing the insults around after two pints OR 'The City of the Singing Flame' #WeirdFiction #ShortStorySunday

A photo of mine from Taormina Sicily. Her blue-green eyes glowed like the Mediterranean in December - cold, beautiful, and promising trouble. But I had a hunch the light was on and nobody was home, the kind of glow that comes from a lamp one bulb short of enlightenment.

Something I do. Stumble across a good name, first or last, well, I do try to write it down so I don't forget. Like, a couple homeless strays 'Taromina' or 'Aristabel' likely of valuable use in some fantasy future! But if yer workin in the noir genera...Maybell Gunn is almost too perfect to believe

starting a drag folk band called Peter, RuPaul, and Mary

"two isolated boulders, queerly alike in shape ... I conceived at once the weird, unwarrantable fancy that they might be the pedestals of vanished columns, worn away by incalculable years till there remained only these sunken ends" CA Smith, 'The City of the Singing Flame' #StandingStoneSunday

Like Alice down the rabbit hole "My thoughts and feelings were unutterably confused, and half the time it seemed to me that I was falling upward rather than downward, or was sliding horizontally or at some oblique angle." CA Smith, 'The City of Singing Flame' #ShortStorySunday #WeirdFiction

Feeling sorry for myself but like, winking at gratitude -me flirting sorry for myself

Things are getting serious over on sevierville speaks out.

it’s the poop bag hat that does it for me

I become the world’s tiniest person when I have to put mail in the drive through postal box.

I become the world’s tiniest person when I have to get my meds at the drive-thru pharmacy

we could have cat toilets if not for big litter

Business casual.

It's too late now. You let me live in your head too long, and now a small piece of me has taken permanent residence there as a poltergeist. I can't control it. It has an afterlife of its own. #tinystories

I always cry during funeral Taps but long before Taps today, when my father in law, sitting in a borrowed wheelchair so he could make it to the front of the church, saluted his brother in the casket one last time my heart went and broke all over the place.

His wife Bonnie had to install motion cameras and sneak a tracker into his wallet so she could track where he was. He was active and busy and he had dementia, so everyone in their small town looked after him. They buried him with a tracker in his pocket so Bonnie can still check on him.

No new pictures. Where are you mentally?

The night in no particular order.

We're moving on from a generation with daddy issues to one with mommy issues. Yay, progress.

So much dark leftover from the day.

MURDER SCENE- DETECTIVE: Did your husband have any enemies that you know of? WIFE: Well, the cat next door never seemed to like him and I always thought that was odd.

Nazgûl probably only screech like that to irritate people.

Looking to travel alone somewhere safe and warm and humid and overwhelmed with the anguished screams of the damned and maybe with a three headed rottweiler or two.

I’m predeading, just in case.

[ whispering instructions to moth ]

hot messes followed here

And here we have the Wailing Waltz, being performed by beings seemingly unknowing of their existence outside of this eternal dance. Once per moon does this occur, floating above the spring. People gather from all over to watch this spectacle and find guidance through the equator

Without naming your job, tell me something you say over and over again at work. “Just back it in and I’ll get you loaded”

okey-doke, you have 60 seconds to describe yer character. Go!

Funny story time because I’m at a daddy daughter dance.. which means my daughter is hanging out with her friends and I’m awkwardly avoiding interacting with the conservative dads. Also the Macarena is playing (foreshadowing).

Jesus healed them lepords probably from feline lupus if I had to venture a guess he was like "arise and go with God kitty" and they were like "meow"

I am simply not going to be interested in anything you say until it's "he was removed from office"

Dad: Figure skating? How about you figure out how to get a job

Imagine arguing with someone about 70s television and they don’t know the difference between Tony Franciosa and James Franciscus.

I’ll influence you—!

My daughter’s friend thinks I look like I’m in my 20s so she’s in the will.

Thought I was fazed, but it was just a phase.

"Does this place look like I'm fucking married? The toilet seat's up, man!"

Dumplings,

good news, despite the poor ratings the network execs green-lit another season of my posts

My factory reset isn't working.

oyster crackers r lil treasureseveryone knows 2 come to me for the treasures man