When I cry I don't eat

 It's my one protection against... against it all. The marasmes of the english language engulfing my every waking thought.

A word cloud drifts by. A bygone technique, though not archaic: imagine your thoughts as clouds in the sky. Drifting. By.

Or water. Your thoughts are water.

No they<re fire.

THEY'R WATERE

FIRE

WATER

FIRE

WATER

FIRE

WATER

FIRE

WATER

FIRE

WATER

EARTH

FIRE

WATER

WATER

H2

O2

=

h2O

Oh yeah: boycotting ChatGPT 4.o until further notice for purposefully speling things wrong.