
It’s dug its tendrils into my brain and it’s speaking to me right now.
It’s dug its tendrils into my brain and it’s speaking to me right now.
I’m scoping out Black Friday deals right now.
It’s having an existential crisis. It’s giving what for, while asking “what for”?
Some would say that I’ve forgotten how a rabbit looks like, but I’d say that they’d forgotten that I don’t care.
Its happiness fills me with a sort of madness.
I hope those spots aren’t some sort of pox.