It's Literally 3am And The Only Thing I Can Think About Is How I Have All Of My Ex Mouth-stones In A

Floating trough the infinite nothing is kinda like being submerged in very dark water

You hear a constant hum of void and occasional guttural scream

I wander how I ended up there

Just had to fight a dozen suspicious ladies off of my blog

This has to be the latest ploy of the teeth snatchers to keep me distracted so they can steal all my extra teeth

I'm back from the decade long search for lost teeth in the void

Had to beat up some teeth snachers

Now I have all their stolen goods

Who wants some teeth on the house?

Be wary of teeth snatchers in your neighbourhood

They might seem harmless, but their licences have been expired for some time, yet they continue with their practice

So unprofessional...

Do not give your bones to country gnomes

They in fact do not belong to them, the hit post lied

Bone provider isn't satisfied with the amount of bones they're getting back intact

Please consider returning your bones without any damage

Show your mouth stones as frequently as you can

You know

To show dominance

Art thou ready?

The bone harvest is about to begin

Hold tightly onto your woven baskets and prepare to push your cold hands into the shallow river soil

Get your self some fresh bones while they're still not moving on their own (it's way easier that way)

Who knows what kind of creature you may discover

Just another foggy night at the park

This question is for anyone who had close encounters with their (or someone else's) bones

How exactly did they smell like?

I'm having trouble remembering smell of my own bones so I wanted to ask others to share their experiences