MCP5 “Ooooh, you look bizarre,” she says. I wanna say ‘so do you,’ but it’s too big a lie to create.

I’m glad the couch is no longer orange or yellow or whatever fiery assault of a color it used to be. But it’s almost like she is the couch, and with the way things are going and likely to go, I wonder if that’s what’s going on here. Maybe the couch is the key! “It isn’t,” she says, and I wave at the insight as it proves false, withers, and departs to wherever concepts we shouldn’t dwell on go to. “You have some things to get rid off.” Ooooh that spoonful suddenly said ‘YEP.’