Showed a great restraint by deciding to not comment under a post. Good job me, yet another disaster avoided.

That's not how one ought to celebrate Easter.

As always, weekends are for relaxing. Have a serene weekend.

I said that, only to proceed to have a six-hours long non-stop walking around doing chores extravaganza. I have just sat down, and I no longer have the strength to lift my arse.

'All should be equal in the family.

He's a fae.
She's a garden gnome'.

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Last night, I had a dream as vile as it is visceral, and I have been recounting it the entire day. Finally, I have typed it down, and decided to share it. Just so you could glimpse at yet another snippet of my subconscious. Trigger warning is in full motion.

I enter the kitchen of a restaurant to file a complaint. As I walk in a bit further, I see a closet door in the back open. Inside, a sleazy, greasy bald fat chef mercilessly fucks a woman on a cheap, stained mattress right there on the floor, whilst her son is sleeping next to her. It becomes apparent he keeps her in exchange for sex. He jizzes inside of her, and wakes up the kid who looks at him stupefied. The chef grows angry and begins berating the two before starting to slap and beat them. The woman fights back, a sous chef appears to help her defend herself, and in the process, she ends up stabbing the chef in the heart. He drops dead, staining the kitchen floor with his blood, traumatising all of them, especially the kid. The woman and the sous chef decide to hide the body, and that's when they notice me in the kitchen. They simultaneously and silently decide to silence me, causing me to retreat as they approach with a meat clover. I start running for my life, and wake up.

Happy Easter to those who celebrate. May you find some peace and gratefulness on this day.

Posting shall resume in the afternoon.