New site and design: brodal-queue.io

It's acceptable for now. I kept the filler text from a few weeks ago, and made some longer comments re: things I still have to adjust in the Linear project for the site.

I don't like you anymore (3-3-26)

Three strands undulate in blood-salt-water, tracing glass. A layer a year, it calcifies and leaves me for dead. It sands the corner of my eye, the length of my hands. The faith in my heart.

I don't like you anymore because you talk to other guys and not me. I remember your face, but there's someone next to you, then one more. Even though I spend every day trying to be the greatest. It makes me feel like a kid.

I hate every stupid idiot who made fun of me for my feelings which I never even told them about I want to build a castle that’s so big that it buries all of them under it

My skull is a cage, to tend to its acrid embers. To weather its vacillations, from sand to flame to glass that shatters into a molecular white noise and drowns the day asunder.