A miscellaneous little shorty. Since it's been flippin forever, I really wanted to just finish something quick and upload it. I'll do one of these every now and then, and yeah, they'll most likely be about Rich Evans.

not even rich evans can stop me now

You and your companions are floating in the astral plane. Swirling all around you are wisps of indescribable colors. Sticking out your tongue, you find the clouds taste of verdant-purple cinnamon rolls. Pinpricks of starlight are close enough to touch, you gather some in a bottle for later. To your right, a gigantic crystalline palace silently drifts by your campsite. Transfixed by the glittering spectacle, you spot a figure gazing out a window, wistfully daydreaming. You wave. They wave back. With a newfound mirth, you attempt to squat near the implausible campfire with your friends. Decisively, you pull out the nearly empty bag of marshmallows from your traveler's pack. Everyone quietly roasts the remaining marshmallows while savoring this rare moment of stillness...

adrift in the astral plane, cooking marshmallows by a campfire

Do you ever get so excited you just wanna grab your face and tell the moon? It happens sometimes.

grab your face and tell the moon

You are alone on a park bench in the snow. A ghost passes close by, you can read it's thoughts. You feel it's pain, then you are alone again.

a ghost passes close by, you can read it's thoughts

slowly dying, but moving incredibly fast

falling face first, making a circle. two eyes seeing different colors.

Evil Stench