hugged the screen

A tiny hand from the abyss

They’ll miss my facts when I’m extinct

The couch is safe… for now

Somewhere, a very large horse is crying

A Viking funeral for my strict diet

My pet fire smells like pumpkin spice

Health is my passion

It’s not baggage, it’s an artifact

Is he house-trained or just magic-trained?

He’s a good boy, he was framed!

“I was promised a carrot”

Panorama fails are my favorite kind of art

tastes like electricity and blue raspberry

Bringing a disco ball to a birdfight

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