Neurotic Owl

flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread

In which hope flares again, briefly, then smashes on the ground like so much mint chocolate chip. Mixed metaphor, boom!

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Actually, it’s a mixed simile.  Is that a thing?  I’m making that a thing.

I feel like there should always be a sad trombone at the end of these little adventures.

Clearly, this is the much anticipated and thrilling sequel to ‘Neurotic Owl Drops His Ice Cream’

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