So like, could I find out who owns the rights to a plastic in me and then invoice them for the storage until they come and collect their goods?

Kinda? I use to like to make art (graffiti) in the most hidden places around work. Sticky note smiley faces in the ceiling. Jokes and killroys in sharpie anywhere I could get them and still be hard to find. I’m sure I wasted more time messing around with it than any actual materials.

I think the funnest one is “ Spice, all = WOKE”, like damn…. All spices in the world?

The most important things in the world to you could be here one day, perfectly happy and healthy, and the next day gone. The weight of discovery and their limp body.

Every time I would see someone acting in movies I used to think, that’s a bit of an over reaction. No it’s not. When you see a movie and the reaction seems a bit over the top, it’s not.

FL, US. So that comes with its own stack of shit. Three seasons here: Summer 95f(35c), not summer 70f(21c) and hurricane. I’ve only ever lived here but I’ve been on winter vacations and I’m just not good in the cold. The only thing that really separates the seasons here is the cities put lights on the palm trees. You can always spot the tourists during winter too, locals dress like it’s snowing if it’s at all close to 60f(15c) myself included.

Either I don’t remember my dreams or I don’t dream. Last dream I had was when I was like 8 and I still remember it 26 years later. Sleep for me is like sleep in Skyrim. Close eyes. Try not to think about anything, blackness then like a snap I’m awake again. Even my train of thought just picks pack up from before I fell asleep.

I will say that the one dream I remember was in 1st person.
Why was my dick a gas pump nozzle…

Body, one use. Then it’s on hand duty until next towel takes its place.

I simply don’t won’t to carry on without them. There is more to it but that’s most of it. All I have are boxes of aches now.