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Bananas Apples Cabbage Tofu Tomato’s Blueberry Raspberry Potato Tempeh Hummus Kale Bread Red cut meat Ground beef Milk Low fat whipped cream Frozen veg Tomato sauce Canned Pumpkin purée Muesli cereal Coconut milk Oats Chips -Callum .
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wait i just realized smth. u know the guy who asked about cds and said he had a bluetooth machine for them?? i think he must've meant blueRAY instead of blueTOOTH. bcs a blueray dvd player makes way more sense even tho he wasn't making much sense regardless lol ok bye :3 .
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(03/24/2026) : 🤿 Amoxicillin 30mg x3, Varenicline x2, 30mg + 10mg Lisdexamfetamine dimesylate, Omega 3. Jr. , pondering shit. 🤿
I got out of the car with two strangers fully masked up and armed (I wasn’t for some reason). They looked like they were robbing a saloon. A mass of people in modern garb were running down the dusty and somehow also dirt road. This is when Metal Sake was drunk asking for my help. She was holding on to my arm attempting to gain my attention and to follow her. She wanted to go where everyone was running to. We ran through backyards and saw her roommate and her boyfriend they were running in a different direction through some bushes cloaked by the nighttime. I got up and tried to open the squeaky door without waking anyone up, grabbed an ice-pack from the freezer and slept on the coach. I didn’t want to disturb anyone with my tooth pain. Interview tomorrow morning at 11:30am. Yesterday me and Metal Snake were drawing each other. She said to me why’re you making me look ugly? This made me feel insecure about my drawing skills because she’s so pretty. So by the fifth attempt I just started drawing SpongeBob. I said “which one do you think fits you’re vibe the most.” She pointed at the one of SpongeBob on figure skates looking very skeptical. Today I found out that if your on accutane and you have a baby they look like mummies and often don’t survive birth. I looked up “accutane baby” on google images and it was shocking. Getting paid by both of my jobs on Thursday so I’m excited to have a lil’ bit of cash potentially to pay of some credit card debt. Metal Snake’s birthday is coming up so I need to save a little bit to get her something awesome. I keep forgetting what I’ve learned on my computer because I’m not practicing it enough or dedicating the time to hone what I want to hone. Still off IG for probs a month now which idk is probably good but it was a big motivator for me in terms of sharing projects. IG is too wrapped up in entertainment and less in information. It’s advertainment vibez. I am so thankful for the roof over my head, and the people in my life that support me through difficult times. Metal Snake’s shirt reads: To be trusted is more of an honour than to be loved. Trust, faith, and belief run the world. Also, every single day is new and different. Be kind to yourself as you go through new experiences. Sometimes application of old knowledge on new problems just doesn’t work and sometimes it does. Communication and decisiveness is handy too.
(03/19/2026) : Computer Activate Michael Shannon, Infinite Michael, and Toothache obviously hehehehehehe
My tooth aches are getting out of control yesterday and last night. Took two baths today. Made some rice. Made some sauce. Cooked some chicken.
Watching a lot of Youtube today not even doing anything but that's ok. Called my local student dental office because my girlfriend said it was cheaper but they had a three-month wait list. I feel like I've never been in this much pain. Took a bunch of painkillers. Now I'm starting to send gifs to my girlfriend and we used to never even send emojis to each other which Lowkey I liked it was super formal now I feel like I'm being sloppy and like uhhmmm juvenile in a way. I'm so bored today. When you're in pain its hard to want to do anything but listen to music and watch videos. Got Another job and feel good about quitting smoking been off cigarettes for over 2 weeks now. $350 to get your teeth cleaned and I don't even have that in available credit on my credit card. I have an idea for another website. Going for sushi with my mom on Monday, busy with my day job and haven't seen my friends in so long it feels like. ...
This conversation actually happened and this was a loose summary of it by me.
Random guy approaches the me at the cash register --
guy: "do you guys sell CD's here? Like packs of cds"
me: "umm no we don't actually sorry"
guyr: "do you know anywhere that would?"
me: "probably like Staples or BestBuy would be my recommendation, but I know BestBuy is a ways a way"
guy:"do you know anywheres that would clean cd's because mine is dirty stuck in the slot and I get it out"
me: "ya honestly maybe BestBuy but that's cool you own a CD player, I wish I had one so I could listen to CD's on the go"
guy: "oh no, its at home attached to my TV ya"
me: "ohhh right nice" *thinking he must be talking about DVD's?*
guy: "Ya my friend give me his bluetooth one but I never use it, ya but it is nice ya know I just put in my little porno"
me: "true hahaha nice"
I am so lucky and need to stop overthinking bullshit.
I am so lucky and need to stop overthinking bullshit.
I am so lucky and need to stop overthinking bullshit.
I am so lucky and need to stop overthinking bullshit.
I am so lucky and need to stop overthinking bullshit.
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Sophia's conditions began to skew unbeknownst to herself. This unfortunate occurrence spawned terrible stirrings of a verbose magnitude. A pending extinction, a lukewarm stasis, simultaneously embedded. This warranted immediate attention, but the lack thereof, accelerated the rate of skewing exponentially. What was obtusely benevolent was rapidly shifting to acute antagonism, on an internal microscopic level. No semblance of exterior reflectivity could be traced. Then came news of the invitational in question, something or other about an old mentor of hers. It was eternally nocturnal in essence and form, said bestowment was opportune. She reveled in its tremendous mystic, its overarching nothingness, and its overt medicinal qualities. The spacial wrappings incomplete, ripe for disconnect of corporeal nature. Its interior comprised of a joint pixel expert group tissue. In unison, all panels emitted multiple pungent odors in perpetual sequence. Some, whom attended, referred to themselves as mere fleshy components of a great contraption. Many shrugged off such happenings as esoterica, communist grandchildren mainlining unrelatability. Practically everyone doubted their existence. One would come back wholly altered philosophically. She recalling hazy memories of blood crimson sequin banisters that draped elegantly and regal over a harsh, elongated lip. That each were carefully placed equidistant in a ritualistic fashion. That the facade, riddled with signs of cracking, still held an integrity and resilience that stood the test of time's silent erosion of all things.
Nectar of the luxurious variety excreted from hidden pores. Although obscured, it appeared phosphorescent, viscous ooze patiently awaiting a suitable host. Its luminescent glow silhouetted the front of the rectilinear structure into total noir. A structure with the surface quality akin to a stainless-steel appliance. Cold, smooth, and uniform to the touch. Sophia noted the way it vibrated like a golden retriever desperate for any form of attention it could get. Vibrations which blurred its own light emissions in fit a self-destruction. Voices muttered behind her, but all she could register was "beholdent..beholdent....," with nauseating repetition. Vocals loaded with prophetic overtones. Limited spine mobility hindered her ability move freely. Turning her neck 90 degrees she could barely see the shadowy figures shuffling in the corner of her eye. Time passed and the chant gradually dissipated as she felt a sharp drop in celsius in the space. Suddenly someone shouted "SOPHIA ROGERS- YOU ARE FOUND!" which came from what sounded like an intercom in the distance. The orators tone was gravelly and out of breath, reminding her of her grade 8 math teacher Mr. Wallander who everyone thought was an alcoholic and probably was.
At a research station off the coast of the southern USA. Me and Katy are driving into town in our jeep, there is so much traffic. what could be going on? Tons of police cars pass us and we pull over to let them by. As we approach town we start to see fires and hoards of angry animals such as monkeys and something is really wrong with these animals. So then people are looting and ransacking the stores in town. We end up grabbing a bunch of shit but before we leave I have to kill a ferret with my bare hands which was very upsetting and it feels like its taking what seems like forever to kill. I throw it on the floor until it’s dead. I know its dead because the egg yokes have popped! We leave town go back to the research station, I try to recount what has happened in town to the other researchers. I’m telling Erin and her Husband and her kids about what’s happening I tell them that the town is on fire and there are gorillas, they say “gorillas?” in a skeptical tone and I say ok fine monkeys. I’m frustrated that they care about the different between those things. Katy and I how Erin and her husbands marital problems could be fixed by couples therapy. Then I say it only happens every three years.
Last night I went to a Christmas party at my moms place. My Nan, who is dying of cancer, suggested I get my thyroid checked. She said my eyes keep dilating. So I asked her what does your thyroid even affect? She told me it affects your energy levels and that the condition runs in her side of the family. So maybe I will, probably not though. The whole conversation started by her asking me how I was doing, and I said I was fine, doing well. She really doubled-down on me getting my doctor to check it out. Every time I talk to her she makes me feel like my life is going nowhere or I should be doing something else with my life. I had a dream last night I turned into a light pink translucent xenomorph (the creature from Alien). I could see through my entire body. My new body. I wonder if my eyes were dilating and I just didn't know. I have the same birthday as JFK. Making my life conspiratorial. Me mom bought me cozy socks from Simons and I wore them on a walk in the park this morning and they kept my feet warm. They work brilliantly. Its stupid you can pay $200 for winter boots (Salomon), and your toes be freezing by the end of a walk. Laughter is the key.
Yebba's Heartbreak is a song released by famed musical artist Drake. And sung by alternative/indie vocalist YEBBA.
This song hammers home the practice and conscience effort of devotion to another person, particularly a romantic partner.
The marital phrasing "I do" is repeated throughout the track, reinstating clear commitment.
Although this loving affirmation is simple/powerful, it is seemingly not enough for this person. It's exhausting to be in a relationship in which you are constantly trying to reassure your partner how much you love and care for them. This illustrates a lack of trust or disbelief on one end. Metaphorically "the river" mentioned in the second section, represents the emotional overflow this person is desperately attempting to conceal. Combining the concealment of emotions and evident lack of trust in another makes for an unsustainable situation. Some might say 'toxic'... God speed Yebba...
Last night on my laptop I watched a documentary about the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche. The woman narrating his life wore brown thigh-high lace-up boots. Her hair had a ginger tinge to it, and she had quite a reliable face, a face that probably attended many colleges. Her name is Bettany Hughes. She explained how he started to question god after the death of his father due to disease. He had failures at love. He hated teaching in Basel. He lived nomadically writing his books. He loved Richard Wagner's music, claiming music was the ultimate art form. He intrepreted Wagner's work as representative of the ongoing internal battle of logic and emotion. He thought religion was a system of a perpetual self hatred. He believed shortcomings and failures were necessary evils that cultivated ones own growth, and to overcome these things throughout life determined a strong character and will to live. Once authoritarian religion is abandoned, it leaves individuals to determine their own morals and values. He was deemed clinically insane and was admitted to an asylum. He wanted people to take risks and live dangerously. When he died, his sister who idolized her brother, appropriated and edited his work to her liking, publishing 'the will to power'. Which was misinterpreted by the Nazi Party because she friends with Hitler kinda. Nietzsche was staunchly against any form of antisemitism.
I think this quote relates to Nietzsche's thoughts on the group and the individual. People sacrifice the potential of forming their own personal values and morals, and rely on others to do it for them.
" I love people as I meet them one by one. People are just wonderful as individuals. You see the whole universe in their eyes if you look carefully. But as soon as they begin to group, as soon as they begin to clot, when there are five of them or ten of them or even groups of two, they begin to change, they sacrifice the beauty of the individual for the sake of the group. " - George Carlin
I think groups can be both great and horrible, I personally love talking to someone on-on-one. I guess he's talking about the whole 'mask' thing, like we all wear different masks to adapt to different social circumstances. It's just a survival mechanism I guess. Like you can't just totally alienate yourself, I think you should let people change you sometimes idk.
November 17, 2025
greetings
Int. -Setting: Three bodies in my head/face
Body 1: "I know we don't have backbones anymore but its of vital importance we find them."
Body 2: "Why?."
Body 1: "A voice informs moi dat they're loaded in the forrest beyond Costco."
Body 2: "..."
Body 2: "Once we find em we need to glue them together with E6000."
Body 2: "Den we'll glue em' to gather."
Body 2: "so we can lose our bodies and place it inside of Body 3 and speak in the 3rd person."
Body 3 is unaware of Body 1 and 2's scheme ⛺
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April 7, 2025
hi
I rented the indoor rain facility
the one on the corner of smith and white
check-in is at 9 tonight
the appointment is at 9:30 though
30minutes for calibration monitoring
I have it booked under “the_veil ”
my first username
in case you arrive before me
*click*
all of the explosives they’ve planted in my head have ceased to bloom
the seeds exist dormant…
I can feel them sit
am I morally corrupt?
did I forget my homework?
how much coin in my coin carrier?
and out of all the people in the world it was you who drove me to the brinks truck…
to my job
as a brinks truck employee
in grade 1 Natasha told me I had bees living inside my ears
it was the sound of the explosives
she had been trying to tell me
tell something I didn’t know
but look at that
my coin carrier
empty
look at that
a sense of knowing
6:29pm
paradises at the door
whispering down the hallway
circling closer to grey
midnight drive healer
seeking lightweight camera
cherry flask flare girl
search and blow up
warring skies placing river
fencing pink tunnels go viral
in the regular demo box
original body motel
quadruple bypass hotel
pit bull fight next to the knife fight
ego crook Sophia Rogers
her livestreams will be missed
ice victimhood annotations
sheer weekend sigh sightings
inverted exterior activated
in orbital vacuum 99 times
screaming for my life
yet answering to no one
stubborn charm southern
knife fight at the wine tasting
all on the lightweight camera
The image shows a multitude of colorful balloons floating against a clear blue sky. The balloons are in various colors, including red, orange, yellow, green, blue, pink, and white, creating a vibrant and festive scene. They are scattered throughout the frame, some clustered together and others more isolated, giving a sense of movement and dynamism. The bright blue background emphasizes the colors of the balloons, making them stand out. This type of image is often associated with celebrations, parties, or events, and it evokes a feeling of joy and lightness.
That’s a crazy ratio.
42 and 19.
I’m so tempted.
Like the stuff in the back.
Rut-roh.
I don’t know why this is closed.
What the fuck and going on.
Hey get outta here.
Get.
I kinda wanna get into art.
I kinda wanna switch my major.
Fair.
Ok.
Because we love sports and we must watch.
She didn’t swallow it or anything.
Its a BIRD! Its a PLANE! Its a NOTIFICATION!
I don’t know it’s just a feeling you get.
Like my eyes are kind?
I think it’s just the person I am low key.
I remember the first time I posted my face on my story I was like fuck it I’m feeling myself.
Well I don’t like take pictures, it’s just mainly like art and clothes I like.
Whenever I see I picture of my face in there it’s like ew gross.
I don’t think I look good in pictures.
You’re bad as fuck bro.
Like in person you’re pretty.
In my head I’m not looking at me.
When I look at pictures I’m like fuck who is that.
I was taken off my feet when you texted me.
I think you followed me for a while before I followed you.
Am I lowkey the magician of all time.
It’s cause I sew a lot of denim
I broke two needles like a month in.
I think um I used to break a lot of needles but then I changed the speed of the machine.
I was so happy like this was the best present I ever got and I usually don’t like receiving gifts.
I’ll just like not talk about it.
Then she showed it to her mom and I was like even more awkward.
Respect bro.
I dunno.
Ok.
But.
I was like damn ok now I forget.
Ya I don’t like pictures never have.
I hate family photos.
That shit is not true.
Cause I have a specific photo in mind.
I’m like bro I’m not smiling.
Like I love my smile, I think I have really nice teeth.
That’s exactly how I feel.
Like I don’t like bad I genuinely look happy.
And I posted it.
That’s some real shit bro.
I’m like bro she never lowkey opens her mouth.
I posted it on my story for a while then I went through my highlights.
People on the gram don’t need to see me smile.
I don’t want people to know what I look like.
I’m like the opposite.
I never even asked you.
Hi, 99_herpep$ip2026! This is Gabrielle Beaulieu , your ex-colleague!
Found your profile on a dating site.
You have cool photos there! Left you a message there.
By the way, I always liked you ;-)
As bruv (I) rub buzz suede head cut. Three weak *laughter* chopped. Three weak *roaring laughter uncontrollablee* dead-stock. Our fingerellas spread at a rough sex qaurter-inch. Our palms (not in the god sense) lead general (not in the military sense) clockwise locomotion. Hour 6am. ------- Hour 7am. ------- Hour_incantation. Under_shelter. Atop_thy_porch -or- PorchPirateFilms [P.P.F.] Das moi rn minus steel lol Den I read "sexualize normalization" on ig w/ JB's pic in the back wen he was prob 13. anDen I read "PROMISE OF MEMORY GIFT OF LIFE TRADED IN FOR STARBUCKS GIFT CARD FAIR GAME I GUESS" wowowowow! BABE (Kelly) YA NEED TA BRUSH I KANT SMOOCH YA TIL U DEW. (Henry) I'M DEPRESSED AND HAV A SOFF DICK. (Kelly) OH BUT STILLl. (Henry) THA HaLF Burnt SofA Ads 2 Mi VIBE baby. (Kelly) Wii (ext: sports resort) R Havin' ppl over IN! an! in! ANN! hr... I'll break up w/ ur HEART!!!!!!!!!! (Henry) DEN (int: sports resort) BREAK IT thy Sofa sofa sofaaaaa lol kms izz dope af mwahahahaha! >;-)
This past place had people in it.
I see why.
I'll text her this.
It's not about seeing.
It's very quiet.
What I normally do.
Was I having fun on the ship?
Crossings are typically normal.
OK.
Because that's my environment.
Taking pictures.
For two weeks I'm ok.
Google maps said it existed.
I'm just going to see with my eyes.
(The aficionado) "put your body on my jeans", evoking fashion garments as exterior tissue; to be touched or felt.
(The ill-conceived) "don't look at me it hurts", evoking (The Collage) "your gaze hits the side of my face".
(The nervous) "I show affection to the floor", evoking totally earnest appreciation for grounding and earth.
(The unbecoming) "007 money ammunition", informing the listener the power of wealth using weaponry as a metaphor.
(The circumstantial) "how you afraid of the grind", speaking on how 'the grind' or ambitious behaviour is to be embraced not feared.
(The story deep below)
Each side would
They know each other
I'll go downstairs and play video games
Hahaha
At the time
You got the crazy
Passed out
They don't
But the sense of the cheapest option
No one in the back changes
Well their flags are worth
There not as steep
So it's like
The weird terrain
I started pricing my own sweets
Like fiveeeee
Posturing by new things every year
But like yay for us
But uh
Dear Ms. Richie,
I'm sorry, my role of the class-clown ruined your week but it's not always about you,
We should have sex sometime, anyways I wrote you dis, I haven't had sex in three months and I never went to class anyways, may the gas-light lead us together through the night,
Last night I got very high then watched a new-ish Jurassic World movie, a predecessor franchise to Jurassic Park.
I binned two bags of starburst candies during my viewing of the film. My dad had put it on. And it was awesome to sit and watch a movie with him because we hardly hangout together anymore. Even if I was high I wasn't alone dwelling in the basement anymore. In recent news, Its day 5 of quitting smoking. I wish I didn't have an addictive personality or whatever they call it on Wikipedia or WebMD. I wish I didn't feel like I needed something external to solve my internal problems. But wishes are wishes and I can't afford to be a wisher. I hope these feelings of hopelessness will subside eventually with time, patience is key in the journey of life maybe. Within my dream last night I was on the internet and had found a website or a YouTube video or something with a guy doing a tutorial on how to use autotune. Using autotune would be fantastic, I like the idea of it and it. You know those people who tell you you like the idea of the thing not actually thing itself? They don't know what they're talking about. I think I'd finally find myself in it. That would be the antidote to my thirst for fame and riches. What does that say about me? Everything. Not using nicotine has me bummed currently tho, I'm gaining weight and my vanity isn't haven't any of it. I'll go back up to 200lbs like the before the Europe times. When I was in Europe I had decided to go swimming in the river by myself (not like I had anyone else to go with in the first place). So I got aboard the street car at the stop a few blocks from my apartment, and got off at a stop on a bridge. I followed this pathway I was instructed to follow by a woman I had met randomly a few days previous to this experience, she told me where to go swimming. The woman diagonally from me in a striped grey+black+white turtleneck sweater says "that is amazing that is so nice and special and pretty". I continue type on my laptop, and there is other laughter in here coinciding with the ever-present hum of the air-conditioner. Then I hear the woman sitting adjacent to me across from her friend I assume, says "that's ok, that's ok". I digress, The pathway curved under the bridge where my street car stopped. Under the bridge there was a man examining graffiti on the wall, it had sexual overtones. He was well-dressed for the incoming shower. Another man behind him at the top of this forty-five degree sloop that led down to the river prayed on a prayer matt. I made my way in-between them. Along the river there was grassland which led into a park. So I go into this park and it felt absolutely incredible to be within a natural environment surrounded by greenery. I'm trying my best to describe how this felt but it was inexplicable. It meant a great deal to be so far from my home, alone, not knowing exactly where I was, but ravelled up in blissful nature world pocket. As I perused through this magnificence, another bridge finds me, a small, humble, wooden bridge. There was an opening at its ending in which the view of the river expanded and my sneakers hit firm sand ground. Far away from far away I was. Directly opposite my position, stood a cylindrical glass building, a condo alone in what was verging on a country landscape. Seeing this I thought to myself we are all collectively doomed. But I wasn't really stuck in this feeling, but it was underlying, etching into my skull bone with an electric tool of some sort. Vibrating. This is all cap. We are in the lids store on Mulberry. Or it's not and we're getting our haircut in Dresden. Taking all my clothes off, (I had a sexy body btw trust) I admire my own body in a shallow surface level way, actually scratch that, in like a spiritual way like in a way I'm thankful to have a body and feel embodied kinda way. I hobbled into the greenish yellowish shallows. Beneath my feet, sizeable rocks were coated in slime-like soft shells. Freaked-out by the textural quality of these coverings, I most definitely made a face! Picture the face I made for a few seconds. Hehehehehe. TAKE IT TO THE BANK CASH THAT IN ah god. Because of the freaking-out, I quickly put all my eggs in one basketball and dove in and broke all the eggs and cried tears of joy. Soon-after the yokes ran dry the rain began sheeting, making it hard to see the condo in my skull, but the vibration of the tool went mute. It twas beautiful. Scared in a way I couldn't describe to myself, feeling infinite sheets of droplets hit my face's surface texture, impairing my vision, offering me a momentary release of care. Zero fucks given so they say or so I am told. Then, out of the body, managing to climb out via grasping at boulders and rocks alike, the sand was damp. I Moved my rucksack under a tree and began to attempt to dry off in the pouring soak. It twas beautiful. It was a cold and damp walk to the street car stop, Billa, then home. A woman shared her umbrella with me as we crossed the road together and parted ways on the other side.
I'll be making my way now,
P.S. I love the way you walk ,
Why do I revert to such behaviour?
this , this , is why:
The four of us are driving. Charlotte, the only other person in the car I know, is sitting with me in the back. She was a major crush of mine in elementary school, which is relevant. Her brown eyes glance at me, while her hand begins to rub my thigh slowly and steadily. But I'm distracted. The passing suburbia starts to pixelate and compress. No one in the car pays any mind to this transformation. I listen to the voice of my father announce; "it's going to be like medieval times, they're doing this to everything". He is no where to be seen, yet his voice sounded like an intercom filling the vehicle. No one pays any mind to this either. Attempting to compete with the blaring music in the car I yell "this kinda sounds like sorry for party rockin' by LMFAO The woman in the front passenger seat turns around and smiles revealing a set of brilliant bright white teeth. She is very attractive to me. She turns back around and the song came on- sorry for party rockin'. She turns and stares at me again expecting me to know the lyrics. And I don't, so I pretend to know them. I am completely out of sync with the song and she could tell, resulting in my total embarrassment. This made her smile even more. The car parked ahead of a street corner, and the resolution of our environment got crisp. We all get out and walk toward a cylindrical glass skyscraper. People are rushing to enter this building. It is an entrance to a subway station. The one other guy in the car walks ahead of Charlotte and her friend. I catch up to him. He is a stocky asian man wearing an orangish yellowish t-shirt which is oversized. He looks as if he is in his late twenties. We say nothing to each other yet walk side-by-side. Pixelation takes hold again shifting the environment in which we move throughout. I am less anxious about it now. And we get on an escalator and head underground. The point of the video game is to move surface textures from various sources and place them onto new forms. One looks like a cow. I am in a cave. That is an apt description of the first level. The only enemies you encounter are boxers that fight you. Although, if you avoid the secret booby trap integrated into the flooring, the door won't open and they won't attack. I am home. Me and Hannah are sleeping together, laughing, in love, overall having a great time. I am at Alec's house. He is telling me that his parents are moving across the bridge. This is nonsense. We are in Canada and his parents live in Germany.