Glovepaint

IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN, FOLKS!

doomed by the narrative but not to death. doomed to survive. doomed to stay alive inside the story. doomed to never escape the narrative, not even through death. you are allowed no exit. there is no way out for you and there never was. you couldn’t die if you wanted to. the narrative has a hold on you and it won’t let go. death is too sweet a doom for you. the story has something much worse in mind. there is no way out.

the large pen turns to the small pen and says "crayon"

what do you call a cookie under a tree? a shadowy place

what language do you speak in a sauna? swiss-german

no matter how dense you are, Goethe was a poet

the plural of radish is horseradish

what do you do when you drink coke and beer? you collapse

two magnets meet and one says "I don't know what to wear today"

what do CEOs drink? tapwater