You may well make light of this, and I don’t want to alarm anyone (apologies for being cagey) but we have secured two high-level flashers. (Orange you glad you red that?)
Found this sitting at a train station. Someone just turfed it out.
Must be forlorn.
(*For lawn… you get it. You like puns. Don’t pretend otherwse. Don’t grass me up).
I found a dragonfly
I believe that’s called agoraphilia
Leonardo was not enjoying his new job at Amazon
I was walking outside and the wind was blowing when suddenly I noticed the plants were talking to me. It was at this moment that the vines realised I could understand what they were saying and they were like…
Ok, I’ll play. Umm… Government agents? Organised crime? Kidnapping service?
Mobile photo film development?
Albino party bus?
Some sicko nailed a bee to this pole
Someone took the scissors from the print room at work.
Someone left a passive-aggressive note to ask for their return.
Someone returned the scissors and created a metaphysical dilemma.
Where are the scissors?
Have they ever moved?
Where am I?
What is this place?
How can we be sure what we are seeing is real?
What is my relationship to something I perceive?
Do I create the scissors or do the scissors create me?
Why am I shaking?