shit they are playing hardball now
when you wake up from a particularly disturbing dream and just stare at the ceiling for a while like what crevice of my mind did that even seep from
we all have that one cup in our house that is somehow better than the other ones
it’s all fun and games until someone gets pulled across the Void
I am the king of okay.
I’m a pipin’ hot mess. It’s been goin’ on for a while, I haven’t said anything. Nothing’s been the same since New York.
Oh really? I didn’t notice that. At all.
You experience things. Then they’re over and you still can’t explain ‘em? Gods, aliens, other dimensions? I’m just a man in a can. The only reason I haven’t cracked up is probably because you moved in. Which is great. I love you, I’m lucky. But honey, I can’t sleep. You go to bed, I come down here, I do what I know. I tinker. The threat is imminent and I have to protect the one thing that I can’t live without. That’s you. And my suits? They’re, ah..
They’re part of me.
They’re a distraction.
I’m not even sure what happened here…
I’m still not really sure what happened here…
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