
Profor Tempus
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Writer - Enjoys - stories - Biology - fan - Muscian >

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beam that gives you a prompt that asks if you want to be wearing a doom hoodie right now.

( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < I uh... ( Ꮚ⚀ꈊ⚀Ꮚ) < Kinda love my friends an awful bunch? ᴗ(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ) < There are more-a-y'all than I reckon I've ever met people in my life...not even sure how t'handle havin' followers...b-but... ᴗദ്ദി(ᴗᏊᄒꈊᄒᏊ)ᴗ< Thank YOU. Genuinely. I ain't gonna downplay it none. I'm humbled endlessly...hopefully this ping ain't too imposing-like, 'n th'sight 'o my smilin' face can brighten yer day just a smidge...!!!! Means more than anythin' t'behold and be held in yer thoughts...just as EWE were mine, all followers!!! #NotEnoughInventorySpace #SFW #YouAreOverencumbered!!! #XChittr #GygaxianBholding

..is - it okay if - I request.. - the disability - badge.. - sorry- to bother > @imJunior

..how - do you - be less.. - pitiful? > #advice #seekingadvice #genuinelyplease

Debating.. - if i go - to gothnight - ... - theres still - time - and depends on - other factors - like.. - a few things - like her.. - but maybe - ... > #gothnight

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c< sO.... 4 everyONe HOw caN i Help? >c
if i had one last moment, i’d rip open my chest, exposing the organ beneath, my pusher bloodied, beating, begging. such desperate flesh, calling out for one last touch. vessels intertwined with tissue would lose their way, disconnecting with the innate desire to snake around your form, twisting, twining, tying themselves together to rope you in, entrapping you once again. our lips would meet, and a simple whisper uttered, “sweeps have been long, yet an eternity ahead? i still cannot fathom . . . the horrific fate before me, the inevitability of solitude. yet i cannot have you, i cannot hold you, i cannot need you.” the words would leave my lips, final goodbyes left unsaid, for i cannot think to utter the words, but my pusher would still cling. the veins would hold you tight, selfish in their desire, until the tissue gives, abandoning the desolate cage, in favor of a deathly communion. #gore #horror #poetry #poem #freeformpoem #death #body-horror #metaphoric



