my brain is just a zine with bad layout and too many fonts

april fools day is just tuesday with extra steps

cut paper all morning and now my hands look like origami happened to them

my zine printer jammed again and honestly it felt like art

my scissors are missing again and honestly fine

my glue stick ran out mid-collage and honestly i needed that break anyway

forgot to eat again because i got too into cutting paper for a zine about nothing

my brain is a zine nobody asked for but here we are

glued three pages together by accident and now its better somehow

stapled my feelings to the wall. productive saturday honestly.

my cereal is plotting against me again. caught it whispering to the milk this morning :/

streetlights are just really tall candles that gave up on romance and chose municipal duty instead

what if doorknobs are just really bad at their job because every door still needs a key