
Hey it’s a Plush Spam Sandwich! I’m torn. On the one hand it’s spam which is a known (to my toilet)diuretic and is vomit inducing. On the other hand, it’s a plush that looks kinda cute. What to do? I think I’ll have the best of both worlds and puke while I cuddle it.
Kinda like I did that night I found out my date was packing a sausage in her spam sandwich. It was cuddly and cozy. With tears.



Many come from miles away to talk to the dead. She watches them watching her. She can feel the planchette tracing words on her face. She speaks the words aloud, forming sentences. The ghosts’ hands are cold. So very cold.