MorticiansApprentice

Snowball

Don’t kiss dictators they’ll break your heart and your kneecaps.

Father I am unwell

It’s funny how easy it is to be immortalized

I saw two birds on a telephone wire and thought “They must be friends!” Then my brain said “ what if they could be conspiring against the government, what if the birds don’t want to work for the bourgeoisie?” And that’s how I write dystopian novels.

I think if I scream for long enough the sky might rupture

Dystopian tastes vaguely yellow

All is well