A few days ago I was pretty hungry and I wanted some pizza. I decided it'd be a good idea to pawn my soul again. The pizza was delicious.
The next day my mom sent me a few bucks to get my soul back. When the lady in the pawn shop handed me the toe nail clippings I could tell they didn't look a thing like mine. At the time I didn't care about anything so I ate the clippings right up. Ever since then I have felt like a different person.
Apparently I have been thinking in a language called "Catalan" according to Google. My drawing style has been really strange. I tried to explain the situation to the lady at the pawn shop but now she pretends not to speak English. I’m not sure what I'm going to do. I think I'll start by reinventing modern art.
