right about now, fart soul brother
check it out now, fart soul brother

I just remembered a story one my teachers once shared about his cousin. This woman, who in reality lived alone in a remote area, had always seemed to lead a vibrant life, sharing tales of her children and family over the phone. However, one day she suddenly passed away. When my teacher visited her home, he made a shocking discovery: piles of notebooks filled with meticulous records of the false stories she had told to others. It became clear that beneath her cheerful facade lay a deep sadness and isolation.

ghost in a meat suit

How about this?

What are they called?

Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face.

Never noticed how long his face really is. Feels like looking at my own thumb.