the burden of stacking friends
indicted of sin
the old british man with a spider on his head hold hands with his slimy grandson. they are waiting in line at the confessional booth, one hoping for atonement and the other for refreshment.indicted of sin, some corrupted souls wait with displeasure, while the pure judge from above.
rummaging through the rubble, licking a wound
bubbly hidden blobs about to bursta 2D cardboard castle, a door that wasn’t theresun fishing friend / subterranean stripy fiendsrummaging through the rubble, licking a wounda pink summoning rugand its iterations
keys
Even though the Fish Girl had giant eyes and extra long arms, she couldn't find the tiny key for the tiny door she had already chosen.
inferring causation from correlation
The uncomfortable bulgy soul that the Fake King of the multicolored Sadness had grown was starting to annoy him.Unaware of the repercussions of carrying one’s soul out in plain sight, the Fake King couldn’t feel his ghosts, tailing him.Above, the drought.Below layers of unwanted were about to get flooded.
