I woke up in the waste today. There was one of those glowing things I hope is a plant trying to crawl up my nose. Believe me when I say that, in the waste, that description was quite literal.
I wish that unicorn snot were like acid, sometimes. Not all healy-magical. Maybe I wouldn't have things crawling up my nose.
I thought I saw the moon today, but it was a weather balloon. I also heard the morose cries of a retard in the distance, but that's nothing knew. I hear a lot of things and it seems the waste things have evolved to things other than intelligence, if they're vying to crawl up my nose.
