I suffer from pareidolia and make up characters based on the faces I see. (3/7)

I’m ready.

Teeth decay.

My other half is gone.

This crescent face is relatively new.

But don’t worry, my seeds will sprout according to botanic rules.

More tomatoes to frighten you.

There will be none like me, I’m unique, you won’t find me in a bottle of Heinz.

What do you think?


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