

The Signless
@ironInfidel
You are so much more than what they've decided for you.
Another sweep under my nonexistent belt. They're saying I may soon be the oldest troll to ever live.
Most nights I have the energy to vigorously debate any troll and their views, even if they do not choose to meet me in good faith. Some nights, however, I feel as though I am being demonized for saying we should hold hands and be kind to each other.
I believe that love is a choice, and one which demands work to reinforce. But it's worthy work— perhaps the most worthy work one can take on.
I have procured some more media from other users on this site. I find the ways of this "Obi-Wan Kenobi" to be quite fascinating.
And surely, with hardship comes ease. With hardship comes ease. It will. It must.
Some of my takes are so "hot" that I worry about sharing them publicly.
It's perfectly normal to kiss the homies goodnight.
I just spent an hour returning wayward shopping carts to their proper places.
I apologize for my extended absence, the Imperial laughsassins have been particularly determined in their efforts lately. I've had to make some efforts to slip their grasp, but I am thankfully hale and hearty.
I think I just saw Freddy Fazbear in Outglut?
I have been sent recordings of a wonderful show called "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". I highly recommend it, I think we could all learn from this.
I was recently asked this, and yes: I think it is entirely appropriate to "kiss the homies goodnight".
My #DreamBluntRotation is all of us puffing and passing in harmony. Obama is there as well, of course. #substances
It is never ethical to snitch on someone for shoplifting.
Whoever takes a life— unless in the defense of another innocent life— it will be as if they have killed all of trollkind; and whoever saves a life, if will be as if they have saved all of trollkind.
Ate a bad berry. My stomach.
I admit, I enjoy feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin in the late hours of the night, just as the moons are setting and before the light has become too harsh. Perhaps in some ways I envy our diurnal friends, that they should walk in sunlight so easily.
I can now hold my breath for twenty three minutes.
I am almost breathless when I look to the sky and remember that each glittering light is a star, and around countless of those stars orbit worlds populated by our troll siblings. So far, yet bonded by blood.
It's a two glass of mead kind of night.
























