liqu0r store didn't have what i usually get, and seeing as i'm n0t a bo0ze snob and d0n't really give a shit i grabbed the first packaging two catch my eye. which was this. as again, n0t a bo0ze snob i had n0 intention 0f drinking that shit raw at 94 goddamn pr0of. figured i'd need s0mething pretty smothering t0 mix with. didn't really think about it and grabbed cream s0da. it's just barely strong en0ugh. the point 0f this story is i'm n0w creaming the kraken.
"= #would maybe. ="
hell fucking yes
Would it be too conceited of myself to make assumptions here?
the natural state 0f all life is conceit, g0 right ahead but you've g0t two p0st them conceits publicly f0r me.
You know. Extrapolation. Kraken. Tentacles.
i like h0rrifying underwater coded w0man lalonde it's n0t exactly a shocker. the real sh0cker is i've not met a peixes i c0uld actually stand in at least one 0f your decades. think i g0t the only 0ne.
what a p0werful fucking past tense. skaia will know every i0ta of the suffering it's inflicted. some day. intimately. like an angel that d0esn't love y0u.