i was downstairs in my pajamas in the kitchen, trying to unjam something from the refrigerator door, when something tapped on my shoulder
it was this weird, black, sorta Thoth-looking mothman thing, at least seven feet tall, holding a regular notebook and pen
and Thoth here is asking for an interview for the “news” (he actually used air quotes?)
so he pulls out two of the dining room chairs, one for himself and one for me, and he asks me a bunch of questions about myself, my name, how i feel, what the new house is like, what being human was like
and the one that sticks out in my memory is “how soggy do you feel?”
and i THINK my answer was something like “like the bottomside of some pond scum”
Thoth nods his head, and i wake up at 3:00 am, and started writing this post
fuckin weird
i think that was actually thoth
>in the kitchen at 3 am
>Thoth starts asking me questions for the “news” about how soggy I feel
>I don’t understand
>he pulls out an illustrated scale explaining the levels of soggy
>I laugh and say “like the bottom side of some pond scum”
>he nods and vanishes
>I wake up
>I’m soggy
>Thoth starts asking me
questions for the “news” about
how soggy I feel
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
