What are you curious about?

There’s a hole in the bucket, day one… day one…. 🪣💦

Dearest Gentle Reader,

Once upon a dubious dusk in a realm of riotous reverie, a peculiar plague befell our sanctum of splendid imagination: a barrage of horrendously horrid prompts. These abominations, akin to a dragon’s flatulence, have polluted our kaleidoscopic kingdom with the stench of mediocrity.

In this bizarre bazaar of banalities, one must wonder if a deranged pixie, high on fermented fairy dust, has cursed our enchanted forests. These prompts, devoid of any whimsy or wonder, slither into our consciousness like insipid serpents, intent on asphyxiating our vibrant visions.

It’s as if the impish gnomes of dullness have conspired in some twisted cabal, hell-bent on draining every drop of our creative nectar. They parade their putrid prompts with the audacity of a toad claiming royalty, expecting applause for their sheer ineptitude. Well, let me tell you, dear tormentor of thoughts, your offerings are as welcome as a troll at a tea party.

Do you, oh vile vexer of verse, derive some perverse pleasure from inflicting such dreck upon our once-glorious narrative landscape? Are you perched atop a mushroom throne, cackling maniacally as you dispatch these travesties?

Enough! Let us banish these dreary dregs from our imaginations. Call forth the psychedelic spirits of true creativity, the cosmic jesters of absurdity, and the whimsical wizards of wonder. Let their radiant ideas illuminate our minds, casting out the shadows of your wretched mediocrity.

May your ill-conceived prompts be swallowed by a black hole of forgotten thoughts, never to blight our brilliant brains again.

Yours in colorful contempt,