Since that darkling hour when I first left the Denny's managerial quarters I have been beset with demons of both the spiritual and mundane variety - to even imagine a bottomless brunch induces a serious palsy in my hands and face

When one becomes the manager of a Denny's it is of course understood, implicitly, that this post should be permanent and in some ways transcend the tenure of one's own earthly body

Your reply has been published. Your reply has won a minor literary prize. Your reply has tripled its first print run. Your reply has been accused of plagiarising a Swiss belletrist. Your reply is discussed at Fitzcarraldo staff parties with a shake of the head.

In Wong Kar-Wai's latest for the Nintendo Switch, fallen petals obscure your reminiscences of a 1960s Hong Kong rooming house. Use your imagination to clear the petals: design your elegant apartment and combine aching glances and conversations to create memories of infinite complexity in a 2D world.

Verify your humanity. Click on the squares where you'd relieve their subject's suffering.

sending out aerial roots through the hallway to sample my neighbor's nutrients

sire your scouts have returned. it would seem your bannermen are doing new impenetrable bits in the hinterlands. and the people grow weary...

meekly submitting a request to stop getting pelted with rocks

im so obsessed with that doechii song rn

I imagine these three to have a tense, complex, yet ultimately beautiful relationship with each other