I tolerate this thing called “affection”. Soul melding is preferable–but that’s a bit of an effort on average.

No out of body experience can go unpunished. My stomach seems to have led a rebellion while I was gone.

I hate when appendages don’t work correctly. I wonder if the Creeping Chaos ever gets a tentacle cramp?

Chaos is the ultimate form of selfishness. Do what it wants. Sometimes 2 forms of Chaos meet up though. I guess that’s me and N.

I find myself in a curious spot. Or hole. Or void. Or well. Or…..whatever this place is it’s deep and dark.

I’m thinking of a number between 0 and 0. If you can guess the number you win eternity.

Cloning is so messy. It never works the way you want it to. Just open a portal and grab an alternate version of yourself.

Creativity is a sign of Chaos. Would Order really come up with anything in the “As Seen on TV” series of items?

Stress is when you try to rein in Chaos.

It’s my turn to take my ball and go home. Well, if you call the swirling void of Chaos home.