*With his right hand, Oedipus began to fondle his own testicles— mimicking the lubricous eyeballs he still held in his left hand.*
it took some time to figure out why my throat is so sore this morning, but i’ve finally deduced that it was from yelling death threats at everybody last night. in a nice way tho
90% of my time is spent in the completely dreary, architecturally uninspired computer science building and I’ve got Stockholm syndrome now.
oh this shirt is clean i can wear thi-