While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
So it's not really possible to escape what you are, but how do you KNOW what you are?
What I think I am is absurd and ridiculous and utterly impossible! It's foolish! Idiotic! Childish! Inconsequential!
And yet I secretly love it so much and want it and it makes sense to me more than anything. And I would be miserable without it, and I CAN'T be without it.
But is that real? Just a delusion I've convinced myself of to attain some semblance of identity to this hollow husk I call a life?
Is it just a fiction I desperately want? Or is it somehow inherently real?
Does it matter?
Someone contact reality's manager, because I have SO many complaints.
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@Phorm What you _are_, dear, is adorable, cute, whimsical, playful, mischevious, sexy, generous, and, well. You know. It's plain to see. Just look! The secret is right here...
*clink*
...at the bottom of this bottle. Go on. Look inside. n.n
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@Momentrabbit Is this a schooomp trick? This feels like a schooomp trick.
Hrm. *Peers into the bottle anyhow*
(And thank you ♥️)
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@JulieSqveakaroo @Phorm Nothjinng but net. n.n
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
... genie shwooompification trick-shots totally needs to be a thing.
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@JulieSqveakaroo @Momentrabbit This is an entirely new kind of hustle, isn't it?
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@Phorm
@Momentrabbit
... only if it's working!
While I'm blathering (A question of nature)
@Momentrabbit
@Phorm
... genie, off the rails, in the corner pocket.