MiloPoint

The dialogue for NPCs in this game is unfocused and confusing.

I have a communication disorder.
I don't want to talk, but still want to be understood.

my anxiety is on multiple side quests

My soul is composed almost entirely of scar tissue.

When things were real, we made ethereal but slipped soon in the wide gap between surreal and funereal. Here there’s a thriving township.

I have no memory of this place.

Artist: Ryan Case 2026 solislumen.bigcartel.com Digitally manipulated / filtered

Selfie

Whatsoever I've feared has
come to life
Whatsoever I've fought off
became my life
Whomsoever I've cured
I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled
I've put you down
I'm a search light soul they say
But I can't see it in the night
I'm only faking
When I get it right

Fell on Black Days

i met god, she’s pissed

the blank stare continues.....

Calling my bedroom The Bunker.

Socially acceptable bleeding out

If only any of you would have warned us this guy is bad news…

Autocorrect suggested Waffle instead of White House, and I can't disagree.

My doomsday bunker is almost complete. Just need to fire the ceramic urn in the kiln.

wanna join me for some over thinking

Good news for you all I’m on 5%. Not long now.

Greetings, Professor Faulken…
Shall we play a game?

My passion was the moon, after all, free to stay or hide without a why.

not the most technological device in the drawer but an affective tool

Keep the funeral alive in your heart.

reflecting on child abuse as an adult is so weird, to realize your parents never had a beef with you but took it out on you nevertheless

Things are bad here, I nearly read someone’s poem.

Can't, redecorating my crying cave

Despite the disharmony propagated by mass media, I think we all can agree it's time for child locks on the thermonuclear missile control consoles.

Artist: Ryan Case 2026 solislumen.bigcartel.com Digitally manipulated / filtered

Selfie

PRESS ANY KEY TO CONTINUE… JUST PICK ONE, MEAT SACK.
#ShitMyRobotSays

Be the horrid abomination you were born to be.

Him: (looks at the ground by my feet)

Me: “STOP STARING AT MY TITS!”