i’m feeling quite grim at the moment. esther was off school all last week with a malady and i think it may have finally caught up with me.
this is the most painful part of my body right now:
as a precaution all today’s entries were preloaded yesterday.
so if the world ends tomorrow morning and i don’t comment on it, that’s why.
While I’m a little grossed out by this one, I did notice something.
Your uvula looks like a guy’s nose, and the throat opening looks like a mustache, thus it all reminds me of a mustachioed Kilroy rising above the wall, which of course is your tongue. The eyes are imaginary, but nearly discernable in the shadows.
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