Thank God this is censored, I don’t know what I’d do otherwise
Sanitised ver.
Fuck. That’s the word that was censored. Sorry to ruin your day.
You said a bad word 😡
All I see is fu*k
True, it might be funk instead. I’m making an educated guess.
The scariest monsters are the friends we made along the way.
Looks like slop (position of the night stand is in the middle of the bed)
also the books
One of many I gave up counting let’s just say geometry, perspective, or how flowers and rope work are not their strong suits.
Goodnight, dear, and remember: there’s a spooky, scary skeleton inside of you.
Technically, you’re inside the skeleton. And the skeleton is always moist.
I assume, that’s equating “you” with “your brain” while I would rather say that the skeleton is part of you. You are more than your thoughts
A spooky, scary skeleton provides the framework for your body’s locomotion, but whether or not it’s part of your identity is a subject of philosophical debate. Sweet dreams!
Mom, what the fu*k
Well Susan Sto Helit has taught us how to handle the monsters: threaten them with the fireplace poker until you force them out into the open, then flip the fluffy blanket over them, which throws them into an existential crisis and they disappear.
It’s less messy than just beating them to death with the poker.
Unless it’s a skeleton eating a biscuit
That sounds more like Grandfather Death. The children know He’s not a monster.
That is where demons live unfortunately!
