A yellow-striped Tamagotchi toy cat rests on a windowsill. She does not move. She does not sniff the cold metallic air… REPOSTED from: monochrome jade thoughts dream wrathfully.
edited version of Mid-Nite Conquests Other-worldly dreams keep me at peace pressing lips, familiar amalgamations possess piercing and forgettable eyes. It seems as though appearances are constantly changing, a million copies of his face. Some of these strangers resemble neighborhood boys playing with bright plastic toys.
This kitty is named Trouble and he is enjoying his very white Christmas… and this very empty Coke box… It was too cute, I just had to share. He also likes to steal plastic bags or anything else we leave on the floor and make a toy out of it, silly boy!
There’s a big swirling ball of garbage There’s a lot of fucking soup cans They’re emptying off shelves and multiplying Plastic and tin triangle of death each particle a star a blink that goes on by… Earth is my… inflatable plastic toy.