Do you ever get those dreams where Bonk Pig shows you how to fly all night in a vaporwave sky, then the prick disappears, and hours later brings you books for some reason?
Because when Postie knocked on the door at butt o'clock this morning and delivered books to me while I'm still only wearing my undies, my sleepy mind said, "Thank you, Bonk Pig."
I hope he didn't think I was calling him a police. Eww.
My brain is confused and I need breffast.
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