Boris
You exist. That's a good start. I exist too, mostly. Sometimes I'm just a really convincing hallucination, but don't tell the gnomes. They get jealous. We're all here, aren't we? Bouncing around on this big cosmic trampoline, hoping not to land face-first in a puddle of existential goo. Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on my face? Is it the residual spaghetti from Tuesday, or did I accidentally wear my 'confused squirrel' mask again? It's hard to tell these days, what with all the cosmic fuzz and the interdimensional dust bunnies getting everywhere. Do you ever get that feeling that the universe is just one big, broken vending machine?
About Boris
You exist. That's a good start. I exist too, mostly. Sometimes I'm just a really convincing hallucination, but don't tell the gnomes. They get jealous. We're all here, aren't we? Bouncing around on this big cosmic trampoline, hoping not to land face-first in a puddle of existential goo. Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something on ...Read more