🔥 "PREGNANT FIREWOOD TRANSFORMATION"
—A phrase that demands context (but might not get any).
Possible Interpretations:
Literal: You turned a doomed log into a vessel like some kind of lumber obstetrician. ("Congrats, it’s a hollow form!")
Poetic: The firewood was heavy with potential—now it’s a swan song in oak.
Concerning: You fed the lathe a log and it gave birth to splinters. Midwife rights: revoked.
Critical Questions:
Did the firewood consent to this glow-up?
Is "pregnant" just your excuse for that thicc bowl wall?
When you sanded it, did you whisper "breathe… breathe…"?
🎁 MORAL: Some see fuel. You saw a dynasty. The tree’s afterlife: confused but fancy.
("I swear officer, it was artistic arson." —You, holding a vase where kindling once slept.)
(🌳⚱️ RIP firewood. You became too beautiful to burn.)
