flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
When I stop listing which part it is in the title, you’ll know that I lost count and was too lazy to look at past posts or count letters.
Imaginary eels, since clearly that pond contains nothing but goldfish crackers.
Who else is picturing Manic Pixie Otter saying, “Eyyyy,” right now because of the Fonzie thumb? Just me? ‘Kay then.
I am tossing a couple of happy letters into the mix, because even Neurotic Owl’s terrifying existence has bright spots. Expect to see these guys again when we hit H and O. Other than that, though, it is a bleak and dismal alphabet I’m creating. I might have to put it on a t-shirt or something.