Ventomology

20. I wish zits were like wit. Brevity is it.

So I watch a dnd live play thing called Critical Role, and since they're not meeting during quarantine, they streamed a cute game called "narrative telephone" so they could keep ...

19. Sunday Sonnet No. 3 - an Ode to my Hometown, Plutopia Nostalgia paints a perfect picture here of pleasant play beneath a pristine sky, but as pale ice cream ...

18. Oh, the joy of a breath well spent! An exclamation, an exhalation, My mouth on metal, air rushes out, and the bell of my horn resounds so loud, that ...

17. How nice it must be to indulge in sunny afternoon naps, the scintillating scritch of grass, the soft comfort of a firm hand, a body with warm, close pressure. ...

Here we are! Good luck everyone! She smells my blood. The sharp shard of a shell slices my sole, and red seeps into the sand, spills into the sea. The ...

16. How does confidence grow? Does it grow like a maple, steady, sturdy, slow, and strong, or like a douglas fir, fast, hard, straight as an arrow? Does it wind ...

15. The grass threads through my toes, and the wind combs my hair. Spring’s great hunting horn summons me outdoors, where I belch. That’s nature y’all.

God Fox that's such a feel. Also I love the text formatting. It's such a fun thing to utilize.

14. She smells my blood. The sharp shard of a shell slices my sole, and red seeps into the sand, spills into the sea. The salt stings in my cut, ...

13. Like the sun is starved, new spring heat eats my vigor leaving me dried out.

Good job everyone!

Fox please explain the math behind april 11.

12. Sunday Sonnet No. 2 Uncertainty is my new middle name. It sits, a child in tantrum, on my tongue. My roommate, cryptic girl, says ‘watch your lungs,’ but ne’er ...

11. Apollo, I know June is marathon month. I know your training regiment; it’s on my fridge, over my desk, and somewhere in my phone. And if I want more ...