accidentally squirts ketchup water onto my freshly made hotdog and immediately runs to my basement where I blow dust and cobwebs off an old telegraph machine and start sending a morse code SOS signal to whoever can hear me
people in high school used to call me "succulent tendril" due to my habit of sprouting rather succulent tendrils from my body that classmates could pick and consume, to their endless delight
hey guys yeah sorry i can't actually hang out today i felt a little sad earlier and have to maintain it like a performance for the rest of the day or else i might think i made it up. because that makes sense you know