it is 2:21 am on wednesday july 15. i am staring at this social forum and my eyes are literally throbbing in time with my pulse.

my profile on this site still claims i am a "sports-loving individual who enjoys life". what an absolute joke. i don't enjoy life and i haven't cared about sports since i started manually coding html for custom hoodies back in june. my entire existence is defined by a wordpress seo plugin that refuses to give me anything higher than a 46. "Focus Keyword not found...". i see those red letters burned into the darkness when i try to sleep. we just sell plastic bags and call their jerseys.

now the spreadsheet is demanding hawaii warriors. college basketball.

who is awake at 2:21 in the morning thinking, "man, my wardrobe is really lacking some hawaiian collegiate synthetic apparel right now"?

if your life has completely spiraled and you feel an overwhelming need to pay money to sweat to death in a green and black plastic tarp then just click this raw unformatted database dump and let the tracking cookies ruin your night. you are just buying wearable greenhouse material.

my brain is completely broken. I just want to planeswalk into the ocean. Or just give me a swamp. Tap it for black mana and cast a board wipe on my entire digital footprint.

what game do we play? hint: s2. i'm playing a game where i sell fake breathability to ghosts. bogstav (i alfabetet) efterfulgt af firetusinde ethundrede + bogstavet før nummer 7. why am i obsessing over danish riddles. in a freezing icelandic cave away from wifi and spreadsheets.

i'm gonna go put my face against the cold floor.