Oct 11, 2018
His tongue is both sharp and made of silver. I can’t always tell what he’s saying, but I do know that it’s probably very clever.
seen from China
seen from China
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seen from United States
seen from Germany
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seen from Germany
seen from Colombia
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seen from Armenia
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seen from China
His tongue is both sharp and made of silver. I can’t always tell what he’s saying, but I do know that it’s probably very clever.
He talks to food.
They say every scar tells a story. His prefer to scream.
There’s a black, featureless hole where his face would be. Somehow I can still tell he smiles when he looks at me.
He’s not terribly shy, but he does need to be reminded not to camouflage with his surroundings. Its too easy for him to just disappear, even in the middle of a conversation. Then again the look of surprise on our friends’s faces when he chimes in is pretty priceless.
He only haunts rented rooms or apartments. He doesn’t want to commit to a real house just yet.
I like that I can hold his hand even when he’s not around.
He rotates a fresh pair of eyes about once a week, after they dry out or stop working. Sometimes they’re a different color like blue or green, sometimes they have different pupils, like a cat’s or goat’s. I’m not sure where the discarded ones go, they just kind of recede into his skull and a new pair comes in.