My nose is stretching to inhuman lengths. Not in a solid, Pinocchio like way, but in a stretchy, taffy like way. It does not hurt. It is pleasant. I welcome in this new era of long, taffy nose. It promises love, oozing open wounds, and freshly vacuumed rugs.
I bet y’all are wondering what I’m getting you for Christmas. It’s a vase. Orange, with blue triangles. Sad, with happy triangles. Floral, with vanilla triangles. Triumph, with defeat triangles.