patrickpants

once upon a time, there was a happy pen. his ink was red, and people took him seriously. dotting an exclamation, the pen exploded! and died. the end.

some people just can’t take a hint, and so you have to give them more.

when my chest hurts and I cross eyes, I take a glove and dig in.
usually I pull out beans and rice, but sometimes there are ants in my cavity.
why do they crawl? where do they go?

the red light that stays on after you turn something off scared me as a child. I would look at it and say “stop looking at me.”

but it wouldn’t stop, it would only stare. and stare. and sometimes blink.

if I take a crystal and mate it with a water, does that mean I created a poison?