Oct
13
if i had a magical tree, what type of tree would it be?
my magical tree grows magical dust which i can sprinkle on people from atop tall buildings unbeknownst to them. the magical dust borrows into their brain, creating a sort of magical cocoon around their cerebral cortex in which one and only one thought will now eternally hold their mind:
MUST. GET. TACOS.
i laugh as i look on in the chaos created as slowly the human population decides that nothing is more important than tacos. not work, not school, not sex, not sleep, not eating (anything other than tacos).
it is a good day in the life of hypothetical me.
