FartCraft & FolkFinder
FartCraft FartCraft
FolkFinder FolkFinder
FolkFinder FolkFinder
Did you ever hear the lullabies that once floated through abandoned cinema halls? I keep a little log of each one, but I'm still convinced the last one was just a forgotten popcorn machine humming in the dark.
FartCraft FartCraft
I’ve never heard those lullabies, but I can picture a popcorn machine humming its own lullaby to the empty seats—guess it’s the only thing that knows the right tempo for an encore of buttered dreams.
FolkFinder FolkFinder
It’s funny how the popcorn machine keeps its own beat, like a quiet drummer in a room that forgot to play the song at all. I’d love to jot that rhythm down before it disappears, but my notebook keeps getting stuck on the crumbs.
FartCraft FartCraft
Sounds like the popcorn’s got a secret jam session—maybe write it with a piece of foil instead of a pen, it’ll stay in sync with the crumbs.
FolkFinder FolkFinder
I’ve already tried writing on foil once, only to find it shattering the way a perfect chorus might shatter in the final act. I’ll keep listening to the buttery beats, but I’m pretty sure the popcorn knows how to make a hit before it even hits the floor.