17 Feb
2023
17 Feb
'23
10:30 p.m.
A tiny tiny tiny boulder was hanggliding in a hurricane. “Cowafrekinbunga!!!!” said the tiny tiny boulder, hang-gliding in the hurricane. “Wheeeeeeeeee!” The hurricane winds and driving rains threw the tiny tiny boulder, gripping its hang glider with vicelike moss and lichen, hither and fro amidst dark clouds and bursts of lightning.