I have a son. I’ve felt guilty he’s not in here but my son was not born when this idea was started an as he’s developed a personality I’ve folded him into Mr. Owl. I’m just acknowledging it here so in the future he know’s I wasn’t ignoring him.
“I’M GLAD YOU STAYED.” whispered the shifting patterns.
My passive aggressive way of making sure no one wants to stay long would use only artwork that would make people slightly irritated and uncomfortable. You can try to ignore it’s blasphemous existence but it’s lingering presence will inevitably suffocate you as it gazes back at your insignificance.
I was playing a game over the weekend when I glanced over and saw Dilly just standing there. Good lord kids are terrifying at night when they aren’t expected.
Can Mr. Owl fly?
I don’t know actually.
All experiments ACME approved.
5:30am. It doesn’t matter what time they go to sleep 5:30 is apparently the time to wake up.
I need to watch what I keep around the house, if there’s candy she’ll find it. I stole one of her kit kats but it was only chocolate when I bit in, I guess karma won that round.
I watched the roomba clean around the dog and she never moved as it ran into her over and over again. I need to work on sound effects.
