Efelunts don't really exist. Not the way I do, and I'm the real real. At least until sundown.
Even though I'm waiting to die, and am ready, I still can't find the exact shade of death that I need.
Everybody's favorite most memorable blue anemone, Melody. Melody Blue. Chilling for you. Sweetness herself.
Everyone is hard at work except me. I'm sitting here again, enjoying not being hard at work again. For ever. For ever more, again. (Woot!)
First things second. Today only. Also, half price for anything marked up 100% yesterday. Get it while you can.
Fish farts — recurring mystery or hypothetical excursion into mystical extrapolation? We may never know, but someone does, somewhere.
Fish farts could power the world if we only opened our minds and held our noses.
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Me? Constantly working on imaginating imaginative images. Or hallucinating, which I've been doing long before you-know-what.
