M of Ragged Feathers
oh no a trickster god turned my desires against me and instead of granting my wishes, i’m now a scarecrow in an empty field, clutching a phone with spotty wifi, typing out these words with my increasingly straw-flimsy fingers
oh nooooo o
Jazzy Doom
@signalstation what did you wish for
M of Ragged Feathers
to be a scarecrow in an empty field clutching a phone with excellent high speed internet and strong fingers made of straw