Sometimes you just wake up at 1:55 am and have a compulsion to do something. I've accepted that I'll never settle comfortably into the box of your stomach, my dear bear friend.
A few nights ago I half awoke from a dream and my thoughts wandered over things that I like. I like anatomical hearts. I like ribcages. I like tulips. I like tentacles.
So, this happened. (I've since been told the tentacles strongly resemble sperm - which gives an idea of the maturity level of most of my acquaintances)