I have spent far too much time on this yacht to not know what the people here become. Mostly just lifeguards, but every once in a while someone fades into a place where only imaginations can reach them

A firetruck is inbound to the nucleation site. I think some more myosin is needed but we'll get by for the winter. I just hope that the sarcomere will make a full contraction

Another blanket is highly recommended for the upcoming baking contest. I've heard they're holding it in a local cave, can't let the moss drip on the cinnamon rolls. Although it may add an interesting earthy flavor

Something about the paddock is too alluring to turn back. I know not what awaits me at the end, but I have a feeling that if I play my cards right, I'll be greeted by fellow sheep who have also found their way

Scenarios are thrown at me one after another. All I can do to keep up is read my books in hopes that one of them holds information on how to cook sewer rats over a tire fire

The sketches keep coming in forms not relating to each other. Sporadic ideas of vague connecting dots forming on the cork board

All these precious ores keep stacking on top of me, the weight of a mountain is crushing my nuclear lamina. After this I'm going to need some serious medieval stretching rack time

I can only tell these frequencies apart based on how they make me feel. I now need to put them together in such a way that frees me from the shackles of parking citations

Exams have been taken and steak has been eaten. Today has been a day of multilayered subtitles with an occasional beat stuck in the mind. It's trapped in a prison microtubules and actin filaments. Only a good, old fashioned mackerel could fix this conundrum

I've been up all night translating this speech from the Fourth Epoch and it's becoming clear they had no idea what they were doing. They advocated for a water wheel based economy. I don't know either man

I had no idea the lawnmower could do origami. The mower didn't fold the paper, it was the paper. It contorted into a spot so small you could hardly notice its presence, it was phenomenal

Phantoms must be placed in precarious limb crevices while being saved from burning buildings. They make it difficult too, only one per limb, such an odd rule for incorporeal beings

Slithering rats are taking over the New York subway system. Some want to befriend them, but I know they don't take kindly to any uprights. I'm off to convince couple they do need to buy that company go-kart

I swing around hoping to get some hits in on those pushing the cart, but they keep bunching together, making it much harder to combo my moves. I know there's much better options than this, but this one is a hill that needs to be climbed

I've landed betwixt two giants fighting for dominance in the crystal caves. One uses tactics of power and intimidation, and the other gathers powerful allies. I think the latter is going to win this one

The story marches towards its inevitable descent into chaos. We know how to stop it, but do we have the will to? Time will tell, we can only hope crabs won't be the reigning species by then

egotiation for some kind of crab pudding is underway and I have a feeling it will take much longer than it should. No one should have to read the ingredients list for that; everything on it is a sin to all taste buds

My new sheets have reverted my consciousness back to a state full of lychophytic behavior. One day these clubmoss thoughts will fuel rise of microfiber culling

I don't know how the whole exercise thing is gonna work tomorrow. My cell's electric transport chain isn't up to code yet and I need a quick hit of jean dye to patch me up

The shards abduct my mind into this world of theirs. So vast a system, yet it still longs for the spring of life. One day the moths will be teeming, one day they will be rid of the oaths that bind them