Nina found a bush with peculiar cute bulbs, I've been making brooches in their image and I feel quite spiffy!

I bought a driftwood conversion kit! Driftcritters make for interesting, if not a bit simple, pets.

I rather like how useful sand lemons have turned out to be in my life, they're much more cooperative than the various mixtures one can purchase. My ink flows tremendously!

As I return home, I pinch the bridge of my nose. The sight of these lobsters suckling on my walls is infuriating. I've been putting off buying peanut juice, I feel the same discomfort from the man who runs the shop as the lobsters must from the smell of peanuts.

Three fruits before me, constantly excreting a sticky ooze. They look like they're about to hatch. I'm not the most fond of eating with Lord Flaxbee.

I believe in the world beyond the television static. Miles of monochromatic landscapes, adorned with crows and doves.

I'm learning to fly more quietly, however conspicuous my vermilion hue may be.

She wishes he would quiet his internal ringing, almost desiring to shatter the glowing cogs herself, with a thump to his abdomen.

When I seek to find the plinth, it instead finds me, slick with new syrup.

And my lips would stretch to fit the mouthpiece, finding it shockingly simple to draw music from my body, all the way out the end of the glass.

A little mouse washing even littler dishes.