Making Good On Last Month's Promise Of Dude Petting Cat

Dadza, please go pick up your children

(I have finally accepted catbit, this is character development)

they are friends

(guy whos scared of everything and feels guilty about everything) sorry i got scared and felt guilty

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

sorry for drawing him covered in blood again unfortunately it will continue to happen

[rbs > likes :p]

I can't even remember anyhow the reason why I stopped the thoughts the blood has a taste that nothing surpasses and the hunting of the victims fills me with ecstasy I tried to contain myself I tried to suppress what I felt But I can't do it anymore I feel too free Every drop of blood that falls is going to be my payment For every single time that I had to close myself. Get ready little bear toc. toc.. toc...

We're so back guys

i would have played pretend on the playground with all of u btw

'You're as beautiful as the day i lost you'