All my drafted, but not sent, tweets are radioactive trash

I think at this stage of latte art progress (which I’ve been stuck in for two years) it’s best to pour the art, then make up afterwards what it could be. I do this and delight in it like kids looking at clouds.

“Look Babe, I made an elephant crushed against a balloon on your coffee”, or “It’s an upside down onion with motion lines!”

Any species eating too much grape flavored stuff probably gets purple bones.