finally got this fucking thing set up. hey.

a little identity never hurt nobody, but lately you’ve been focusing too much on yourself so how many milligrams of you are still left in there?

so. apparently the mechanisms are here. hm.

rose, rose, rose red....

[click.] [the sound of distant sirens. they sound like they’re getting closer.] cinders. run. fucking RU- [click.]

oh gods oh gods oh fuck okay

okay. alright. safe. we’re safe.

huh. found a pair of sunglasses. mine now.

ROYAL BRITISH TWAT DOWN

I. may have forgotten I had this account. hey.

. thinking about that isn’t gonna do anything, briar. pull yourself together.

maybe I should just. settle down somewhere. start a garden or some shit.