I think the fact you insist on constantly coming back to a place where people sending you disgusting gifs says more about you than it does us. But what do I know? I'm just a guy who identifies as a sentient tree wanting to sprout leaves on my hands but I clearly can't because deep down I know I'm still just a human.
Maybe that's the angelic voice I hear on the track I'm listening to right now? How did you travel back in time and befriend Steven Wilson?!? O_o
Also, I forgot I already told you about my love for sunflower seeds. Sorry about that.
I think the bottom is a foot deep. In fact, it feels like wet sand squishing between my toes.
I need to go to the beach before fall is in full swing, dang it! *switches to Skwisgarr speak* Me ams sad pandas.