♠ hated by @apocalypseArisen
right after this was taken i fell 0ut 0f the wind0w. #substances #cigarettes #b0ysnight #technically #d0ntw0rryab0ut it
im just comin to grips wwith the possibility i might be wwrong wwhen i say i cant help bein an aquarius
yknoww i realized somethin i nevver uploaded the covver edition a my photo for cosmocean a feww months back perhaps megido may suffered for it its a charmin throwwback to my smooth chin era dont you think #fitcheck #gpoe #cosmocean #magazines
NO. FLARPING IS STILL STUPID AND EVERYONE WHO DOES IT IS STUPID. I WAS *LIVING.*
D --> Ripping midsections D --> Twain in two directions D --> Train for musc001ar perfection- erection D --> Of sacred body-temple D --> Physical begets mental D --> Feast on yummy lentil
＼(=^‥^)// < #INTENTIONALFURREUDIANSLIP #LEGUMEPLAY #RIPITFIC
EVERY MONDAY CAN BE #MAIDMONDAY. WITH AN INFINITE SUPPLY OF UNIFORMS. #APPLYNOW #YURIBAIT @veritysGleam
I'M TAKING A BREAK FROM STUFFING MY HUNGER GASH WITH BARE MINIMUM NUTRITION SLOP (JUSTIFIED, I THINK I SHOULD ADD, BY ALL THE FUCKING DUCKING AND WEAVING AND SPRINTING FOR MY LIFE I'VE DONE SINCE MARA BROUGHT US BOTH TO ANCIENT ALTERNIA, SO WHO GIVES A FUCK HOW I GET THE CALORIES) JUST TO ANSWER THIS, BECAUSE I WANT TO GO ON THE RECORD TO DEFEND MY HONOR, HERE. FIRST OFF, TO ANYONE (INCLUDING MARA) WHO WANTS TO POINT A GNARLED, WRINKLY POINTSTUB IN MY DIRECTION AND LOOK NAUSEATED AT MY CHOICE OF COMFORT FOOD, TELL ME THAT YOU'VE NEVER HAD TO SPEND A PROLONGED PERIOD OF TIME INDOORS DURING A DRONE SURVEILLANCE SURGE OR AN ESPECIALLY HIGH-ALERT CULL DISPATCH SEASON WITHOUT TELLING ME. HAVING NON-PERISHABLES AROUND YOUR HEMOANONYMOUS SECRET BASE IS NON-FUCKING-NEGOTIABLE. AND MISERY ACQUAINTS A TROLL WITH STRANGE CUPEFELLOWS. SOMETIMES, THAT CUPEFELLOW IS A COOL (NOT COLD, COOL) CAN OF THICK, CONGEALED, TANGY NIGHTSHADE-DERIVATIVE PASTE WITHIN WHICH ARE SUBMERGED SLIMY, VELVETY PILLOWS OF PITY THE LIKES OF WHICH EVEN TROLL ANTHONY BOURDAIN WOULD HAVE MORE TO JACK OFF ABOUT THAN EVEN I. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT HEATING THESE BAD BOYS UP. YOU'LL RUIN THEM. HEAT WILL TURN RAVIDOLI INTO FLOPPY WET BLOBS SO FRAGILE THAT YOU CAN'T SPEAR THEM WITH A FORK - YOU JUST HAVE TO SCOOP THEM TENDERLY FROM THE BOTTOM LIKE YOU'RE CUPPING A LOVER'S FLACCID GLOBE IMPLANT. YOU DON'T WANT A FLACCID GLOBE. YOU WANT A RAVIDOLI *WITH* SOME FUCKING GLOBES. YOU WANT A FIRM, TOUGH, LEATHERY BASTARD THAT WILL GIVE YOU THE TOOTHSOME RESISTANCE YOUR GNASHCRAGS INHERENTLY DESIRE. YOU WANT THIS SHIT TO FIGHT YOU FOR ITS FUCKING LIFE. AND WHEN YOU'RE DONE, YOU WANT TO FEEL LIKE YOU WON. LIKE YOU BEAT SOMETHING. LIKE YOU'RE ALIVE, AND IT ISN'T. EVERY FUCKING TIME. AND THAT'S WHY I STILL DO IT. TO FEEL SOMETHING. SO THERE. THERE IS MY COMPREHENSIVE, NO-HOLDS-BARRED, OUT THERE IN THE FUCKING MOONLIGHT FOR ALL TO SEE ANSWER. AND IF YOU WANT TO LECTURE ME ON THE "MOUTHFEEL" OR ANY SUBSEQUENT QUALITY THEREAFTER, GO AHEAD AND SHOW ME YOUR CREDENTIALS IN EATING ANYTHING BUT FUCKING LUSUS NUGGIES AND GRUBSAUCE AND *THEN* WE CAN TALK.