Sometimes I feel something so itchy under the skin from it that grief sounds like too heavy a word. Grief is too weighty a sound, I want to run a hundred miles an hour and jump into space. Gotta make a new word for that
My friends put me on their podcast and I listened to it and laughed at my own jokes. This must be reported to the police. I am evil incarnate. I am the abyss. Fear me, for my strength knows no mercy.