q log 35: the secret to better writing, as it turns out, is emoting and body language. the very things we struggle to process and express and why we're writing in the first place smh.
tornado, tomato. potato floatato. same thing, really. sometimes tornadoes are made of ketchup and plant matter, and sometimes tomatoes are swirling dervishes of air and dirt.
once in elementary school, we caught a tiny sparrow. we brought it in with us because now that we had it, we didn't know what to do with it. we hadn't actually *planned* on catching it when we went for it. it ended up being a lot easier to catch than expected. got caught when a classmate tattled...
q fact #32: if the universe is bothering you, just turn off the simulation and go to bed already; it's late and you've been in that thing for far too long already.
[oh no~!]
*teleports several oceans worth of water, gathered from various planetary ice rings across the cosmos, directly onto the burning daikon*
*it doesn't work*
[well that doesn't bode well.]
*eleventeen quagmas are cuddling with each other. they seem content, and frankly, adorable. you leave them to their strange snuggle pile and move on to the next weird thing to look at*
we woke up today and decided to make ourselves to be everyone's problem. jk, we're just a little stressed out. more than usual, anyways.
no, you're words on a screen.