Pickle Inspector
@fondlyRegarding
he/him. Private Investigator. If you got a Pickle, I'll inspect it icon by PR-O banner by Selan-pike
What in the fresh hell has been happening here.
DIAMONDS DROOG
Yes, Diamonds Droog.
Good for them. Good for fucking them.
⦓ ... I think I can get behind this Vocaloid thing... I am not being held at gunpoint as I say this... ⦔
Might I recommend this cover as well? It was shown to me by...someone I care quite a lot about. It's my preferred version of "There Is A Light That Never Goes Out" now.
⦓ Oh! Thank you very much! This is very interesting, I like the vocal effects... It feels almost like she's struggling to get through to you... ⦔
I am thoroughly bushed, but that is a substantial amount of work handled for my neighborhood garden. How is everyone else's Saturday proceeding?
It's been quiet, which I am grateful for.
(\ /) maybe i should go down into midnight city again for a little bit. rain doesn't bother me all that much. least it makes wiping the blood off my hands easier should 'anything' happen.
I recommend the cafe across the street from the Midnight City Public Library.
Reversing my stance on hashtags, but only if you use the obviously correct one. #diamondsdroog
a hashtag, hm? I can support you in this. #diamondsdroog
I wonder what the direct pathway is to a Diamonds Droog who says “Diamonds Droog” being formed.
Chittr existing, it seems.
What would we do without this website to provide us with this crucial necessity?
Diamonds Droog.
Welcome back.
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꒰𓇼 is dere like a term that 𖦹ne ☾ps yearnin? whatever that term is im g𖦹ing thr𖦹☾gh it rn 𓇼꒱
"Longing" is probably what you're looking for.
Thinking of her now Staring at the falling rain Her lips against mine #haiku #poetryposting #original-work
ts beautiful
But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. -Excerpt from Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Trolle #poetryposting
Oh, I'm doing just fine, dear Roxy. If I can confide to you--I've found someone I'm very fond of, and was simply thinking about how short life can be. That we should make sure to make the most of it with those we care about. Don't you think so too?
Handle (Optional) None provided. State your business. If you were in a zombie apocalypse and you had to pick one person to stand by your side and fight the undead, who are you picking? Slick would be the best fighter, but he would also be prone to something off the cuff and dangerous that ruins our chances. Somebody reliable, then. Seven. Or the Inspector. https://forms.gle/HaX8uWF97P4Piahs9
I am truly flattered.
garlic 8rine pickle save me
An excellent kind of pickle, I hope it serves you well
DM status? Always open for those in need of a pickle being solved.
I DONT HAVE ANY PICKLES! BUT I WILL MESSAGE YOU SWIFTLY ONCE I HAVE ONE!!
Ah, I think perhaps--well um. That's great, Mr. Deuce. I'd be happy to help you with any pickles.
Summer is warm It is the season of livihood Bright and full of life The season of birth was before The cycle forever turning.. In the fall, it'll start to die But today it's alive Summer rains and warm breezes The moons at their brightest Shut your eyes And all is fine Too - short - ... - its fine - i think > #poetry #writing
A lovely poem, well done
He said, Look. Look. And they did. He said, Lift up your shirt. And I did. He slid his fork beneath my ribs — Yes, he sang. A Jesus side wound. It wouldn’t stop bleeding. He reached inside and turned on the lamp — I never knew I was also a lamp — until the light fell out of me, dripped down my thigh, flew up in me, caught in my throat like a canary. Canaries really means dogs, he said My Brother My Wound by Natalie Diaz #poetryposting
Thanks to @chillerAficionado for the Poet suggestion