scylla

The day commened with a lack of power, the deficiency of which was not restored until 2 p.m. This made the struggle to rise that much more difficult.

The lovely Venice came by today with pie. It was lovely and her hair is looking terrifically gorgeous these days.

The weather's normalized significantly, which is wonderful. It's back to being murky and rainy and smelling like heavy soil. And it's much easier to convince myself to be sequestered in the library.

An attractive Zoobomber looked at me the other day! What a super hero. What an other.

I keep falling asleep while readingKafka on the Shore. I think it accounts for the strange amounts of dreamtime I've been using up.

Would you like it if I fucked you with the same intensity with which you administer mindfucks to me? Because it gets me off terribly so.

Or does the convoluted syntax scare one off too much...?

Oh oh oh.