sparklingwaterYASUI!

Weird Ass Bitches: A Prologue

tiscomedytime: ay yo ay yo ay yo
Ave777: who are you
tiscomedytime: aint it obvious?
Ave777: yeah but that dont explain nothin
Ave777: who you is????
Ave777: how tf did you even find this room
tiscomedytime: idk sum weird ass bitches just told me to go here
Ave777: weird ass bitches?
tiscomedytime: yeah, they were like sayin "ohhh u dont understand you need to get out" or some shit
Ave777: hm

An Unrelated Vent

11/07/2020

Why won't my brain stop calling me cringe? Cringe culture is so embedded in my mind, it's become an integral process in everyday life. This artwork? Cringe. The writing project? Cringe. Being who you are even though you're not doing anything illegal? Cringe. Oxygen? Cringe. Existence? Ew, cringe. And I also want to mention the severe superiority complex my brain has. Like, bitch, just because you do work correctly and on time and not procrastinate and also be productive doesn't mean you're special or quirky. That's just how life is, dumbass. And that's on being neurotypical. God that sounded so ableist. How cringe. Another fun story I want to tell is that one time- Wait, ew, revealing your feelings? Cringe.

Dante's Self-Indulgent Cringefest Of An Epic

Chapter 1: What stage of narcissism is "What if my writing style becomes popular and then everyone uses them, but because of that, it becomes bland and overused and a general nuisance to the public, causing writers (myself included) to be shot down from the spotlight never to be seen again?"

Dante leans back on his chair. He'd done it. His adventure made him look more fondly of life. And now, he's more grateful of God's existence. He daydreams about dancing romantically with Virgil in purgatory meeting Virgil again, meeting his dead girlfriend again, and meeting God too, of course. In his daydream, he goes deeper. He sees the angels; glowing, radiant rings, smothered with fires, with wings, hundreds of them; larger than the sun itself. He reminisces the divine brightness of heaven, so bright and beautiful (I mean he was legally blind for half of it, but it was still beautiful goddamnit!). He remembers the earthly paradise, the weird hyper-symbolic wagon that also existed there for some reason. Truly a wonderful adventure. A few minutes later, he starts to doze off. I won't blame him, he had quite the adventure.

Chapter 2: I Think I Like Dick, a WLW story