the moon was bright today. Smiling like it knew something, she’s surprisingly bright you know, considering her surface is completely made out of rocks.
I spoke to the moon. She just smiled. With that face that’s just there, you know which one I mean, it is actually there. Some psychologists would poopoo the face and claim it is just your mind creating connections that are non-existent, in order to comfort blanket your way through the universe. Or your brain struggling to make sense of actual random stuff. (like white noise)
White noise… krrrfshhcrrrrkfffszzhhhhhhhhhhzfsfhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhkkrrrrrrrrrfffffffffsshesgbwssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssppffffffffffffffffhhhhhhhhhhhshfcrsh.
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