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.

The unfairness of it all

I'm going to keep starting these titles with "the", in solidarity with all the F R I E N D S fans out there such as I who are still mourning the loss of Matthew Perry (because, like Neil Peart, he was someone that got me through younger times).