Farewell

This will be my final post for my terrarium. The fish have all died, and the wild flowers are overgrown. Almost signs of life in them. They would flower, if I didn't kill them. It's a tragedy. Nothing gold can stay.

I went to sentential again this week. Saw a huge ass dead tree, and it was cray. I tried pushing it over, but I need more people. It stands like 50 feet tall. Ah yeah. I sniffed that tree, and then I felt it. Mmmmmmm yeah. I also felt people watching me, I heard them too. I heard the trees. I also saw a bunch of bugs. Bugs bunnies everywhere.

Terrarium week 3

We'll both of our fish died. I'm done with trying. There's no point to go on anymore. They died so fast. I guess I have to go kidnap more of em. Yup.

Terrarium week 2

My terrarium plants grew about two or three inches, from the soil, my fish lived. I guess the assassins failed me. They'll get them next time.

Terrarium!

Some, my partner and I, made a terrarium. We added gravel, water, a few fish, and a bunch of wild flower seeds. It was so cash.

Back to the woods

My second time visiting these woods, I found more interesting things. I found a path that leads to a apartment complex, a piknik table, and an angry, half dead old man. It smelt kinda like rotting flesh and mud. I felt sweaty and gross. I made friends with a very well spoken caterpillar.

It's been a few days since I've been to this spot in the forest, when I left, a while bunch of nothing was happening. Sounds fun, doesn't't it? It was super facinating. I met this one tree, but he was too busy being a tree to talk to me. Made me feel pretty awful. Made me wanna kill trees. So I did. I took out my battle ax, sharpened it, stabbed em'. The smell of his blood was thick with syrup stuff. And the look in his eyes made me know that he had a family. Then I had to stop and think. Roadhouse.