Dude a big ass centipede just flew out from under the couch I am sitting on at like a million centifoots per second, and I was like damn I’m glad the floor is made of lava and my feet are up, it coulda brushed my feet, but I could totally tell this centipede was running for its tiny life, like gonna get eated gonna get eated gotta make it to the radiator or get eated. (Squid is a god to centipedes. A vengeful, harsh, snacky god.) Squid’s in bed. When it got to the radiator the little dude looked back over its shoulder (or, um, its hundred shoulders) and was like I see no god, NO GOD, NO GOD and it turned around and zoomed to the middle of the carpet and started doin’ donuts and waving its eight hundred arms in the air like FUCKIN FREE YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW, NO GOD and then it stopped and like, tried to catch its breath and kinda ambled back into the radiator.
i was always super confused about your centipede blogging but it was recently explained to me that centipedes are the roaches of michigan