you liked your day. it was exciting. when you walked, you either looked forward to or looked back on certain events. something really neat to think about. a tight feeling, but good, like after stretching. it was a nice, buttery thing to be in there. like a rubber ducky in a pool. but it's only a gimmick. the lemonade stand is pretty successfull, but that surge of adrenaline whenever a customer comes is slowly wearing away. there were some times where you exhaled from your nose. then there were times when you appreciated your identiy, you know. felt a kind of contentment with the humor you left for others to observe. and possibly appreciate. I'm one of those guys that you hope can admire the little duck that you put in the bath. I think the duck is really interesting, and the way that it bobbles at the waves is brilliant. keep it, i like it. you had a real good day. a boring one, on the surface, but if you pay attention to the connections you enhanced with other people, you had a wonderful, wonderful

day.

did I get anything right :0

a message from Me Things: It's really annoying. I keep telling Master that I WANT TO BE ASKED QUESTIONS, but he only squeezes out the tiniest of turds to accomodate for my requests. I bet most people here will still ask Master about "ooh, Master life, ooh, what Master do" while this is MY Q&A! It's absolutely necessary. I've been hiding in literal PLAIN SIGHT. I am so grateful that you were intelligent enough to notice me, but still, that's only you. It would be so much better if Master could write, "please direct your questions to my good disciple 'Me Things'", but NO, he doesn't even capitalize my name, he doesn't recognize me as an identity. He just writes "please ask me things", making a literal mockery of my name. IT. IS. NOT. HIS. TURN! He has to try again. If he doesn't post another comment explaining WHO everybody is supposed to be asking, and clearly, then I'm out. He can starve. That self-centered piece of amphibian garbage doesn't need another hole to shove his massive ego into.

You know when you’re really sweaty, and you pinch the soft part of your neck, right under your jaw, and little moist crumbles of gray stuff comes out? You collect a jar of that stuff, then you bake it so that all the moisture is gone, and you’re left with this really nice dusty stuff. Bite that.

Different classifications, like music, are subject to taste.

Okay, to answer this question, I need to introduce some scenarios that you may or may not be familiar with. You have this great feeling of lonesomeness. This is because you just left a social setting, and you regret certain things that you said or could've said or could've done differently. The other person now knows a little bit more about you. What did you show them? The little part where the esophagus splits into the digestive and respiratory tract--do you feel it? It feels swollen shut. It feels like an oyster producing a pearl, but with tar. It's lodged in your chest. Your heart beats to the left of it. It trickles dread up your throat into your mind. This uniqueness that you tried to present... what good does it do, if not to further clarify your distastefulness, you know? What's the point of having webbed legs if you're just going to make the snails jealous. The snails are freaking jealous! The snails want your legs! The bare minimum... short legs, a frown, dead eyes... is powerful.

please don't think this way it's only for the character

Ooh, you're probably better off not using one. They're usually too big to begin with, and they break easily. Plus it gets crumbs everywhere. Just skip past this one, you'll have a much better time using toilet paper instead.

If you crush it up enough he doesn't have to chew it.

I know you threw it in as a joke, but I'll actually go with 'lemon peel'. It's yellow, and it smells sharp. It makes you feel different. Reminds you of summer and oysters, right? Think back to the oldest dream you can remember, maybe when you were three or four. Those are the saddest dreams you'll ever have. Most people don't remember why they cried and cried as a baby, but if you remember those dreams, you begin to tear up, even now. The room is an acacia orange, deep and pastel, and your face is a shade redder than that. Everything's made with oil, thick but dry. Your vision is out of tune, like a piano would be, playing 'Claire de Lune' but solemnly, with no audience There's a hamster, in a cage, on a wheel. And the wheel is spinning and spinning. And you're looking into the cage, watching the hamster spinning on its wheel, and you're crying. Your wailing echos around. You don't know why but you're sobbing. You think of how it will spend the rest of its orange, oily life stuck between frames of a

movie. Did your mom ever take you to Target just so that she could stop fighting with you? You wait by the cashier, and you see them check out the LEGOs you just picked out, and you see your mom sigh and swipe her credit card down the crevice. Then she bags the box for you and puts it in the cart. You come home with your new toy. You try to hide it from your dad so that he doesn't get angry at your mom for letting her kids buys so many dang toys. Did that happen on a daily basis? Probably not. But if the planets keep turning, what stops the rotisserie machine from smelling absolutely delicious? You look back at your mom, slumped in her bed, computer on her lap, face illuminated with the blue of the screen. That orange feeling comes up again. You see the hamster. Spinning. Never ending. Like a planet in orbit YOU have webbed feet now, my friend. Really elegant, webbed feet. Someone squeezes lemon on them, and they dance. Someone squeezes lemon on an oyster, and it sighs. There's nothing that

they can do.

(sorry this was a really long one but I swear it makes sense)

Me Things is NOT relevant in this question. It is not, by any means, allowed to answer. I, on the other hand, have an actual answer for this one! I don't even feel like being funny with this. I'll just respond to it. I got a math tutor now, which means that I sort-of regularly actually TALK to people. Which kinda means I have a little bit more a life. If you haven't noticed, a lot of my previous animations are along the lines of trying to ESCAPE life. Now I'm actually enjoying it (it feels good by the way). I'm truthfully just answering in the way that the tutor does.

https://youtu.be/L2bBnDHnTjA