A weird
guy who feels connected to protein shakes. His pillows are damp from drool and his clothes are
3 quarters of the way
washed. In presence of the number 7, he feels elevated and can touch the moon sky. He enjoys taking pictures of his right pinky toenail and showing it to his pet piano. He uses his forehead to press the space bar and only types with his pinkies. When he gets on a public bus, everyone releases their ants as they know he’s an anteater. His collection of euphoniums impresses all the intergalactic stars that
lurk in the atmosphere up above. He puts tissue on doorknobs and sticks spoons into electrical sockets. He buries
socks underground in hopes that the slugs will be
happy. Overall, Tyler cannot walk.