Whenever I’m exhorted to run, run, run, as fast as you can!! by a creature and get fed up with breathing, I pass the time by thinking hard about consonants. I thought of a particularly new and long one the other day—not that day, though—and it sounded a bit like this…but backwards! And there were long, heaving noises, because I was running—as fast as [I could] (probably)—and was making long, heaving noises.
Posted on Tuesday January 10th
About me
I'm Jack. Sometimes my hair is untidy, riddled with goblins and smurfs. When I scream into the Grand Canyon, it inspires pained howling in wild dogs and wily coyotes, and compels all leaf-eating mammals to scuttle for higher ground in wait of the great flood. I think Goku is an existential paragon. My life's trajectory is adjusted towards becoming a hermit and dying alone somewhere on top of a golden mountain at sunset. Which is a jolly good innings, all told.
