hey man. they turned my favorite character into pencil shavings. given him the ol’ mashed potato. limited edition arthur lester brand apple sauce. he is giving the lego keychain on my backpack who has lost both arms and one of his legs has mysteriously appeared inside my pocket. they cheese grated him. yeah. puréed that motherfucker. to smithereens you say. bro got disassociated like salt in water. dashed upon the rocks. rent limb from limb. from the nave to the chops. you could go bungee jumping with his guts. maybe the real hand of malevolence was the hands we lost along the way. his bones are pine needles his eyes are fruit gushers his limbs are accessories to kayne’s met gala look. filleted like a fish. yeah. popped like a ripe cherry. just absolutely turned into soup. his skin is like the discarded perforated section of the spiral notebook that stays on the ring when you tear a page. yeah all that’s left is one final book he kept on him at all times. not sure what the title was, it was in ancient yiddish. yeah. weird right? mhmm. yeah they put him down the garbage disposal. yeah he’s just kind of a weird stain now. yeah it was sad. how was your day