Neurotic Owl

flapping vaguely downward through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

I see you, Johanna.

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God, that song is so pretty and so deeply, deeply creepy.  Poor Johanna just can’t ever be around a dude who isn’t murdery, rapey, or stalkery. . . and now I’m just picturing her entire life as an OKCupid inbox.

Cats are great.  Maybe I’ll just stick with cats.

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