i am CrabSynth

the Crab Synth

[crabsynth]

Now Seated for Heap of Shit

[crabsynth]

C

[crabsynth]

RrabSynth Creates a Hefty Mes

Wenever They Loses at Ches

I Throes Th'Board Apon The Ground

And In To The Thyck Wuds We Bound

[crabsynth]

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[crabsynth]

Hello CrabSynth

restying insyde a labyrinth 

uf craked concreet and rustyng steel

lays eternul unchaynged CrabSynth;

just ordired pezza (that’s theyr meal)

[midnightcthulhu]

um so

idk if anyone will reblog this considering how the times when i tried to do similar things like this went, but meh

so there’s this game called spore where you can create weird looking monsters. if you reblog this i will make one based on your blog. so for example if you have a sparkly purple aesthetic blog the monster will be sparkly and purple. if it’s a fandom blog it might be related to that fandom. you get the gist of it.

they might look something like this:

or this:

and so on.

i’ll only make monsters for the first 100 people who reblog this. if i do that and still feel like i can do more, i’ll update this. also make sure that your submit box is open pls but until then, just reblog this and i’ll get to making your blogmonster!

[crabsynth]

@midnightcthulhu

pleas mayk foar me a speshul frend;

whu looks lyk me frum front tu end.

he must hav claws with wich tu snap,

du this and i will foar yu clap

[pondwitch]

my name is pon and i am cute

i always wear a cowboy boot

[pondwitch]

give me noyes

[pondwitch]

give me notes on my postright now

[crabsynth]

my naym's Crab Synth; i'm swēt and coul.

i graduuayted cobbler schoul!

tha buuts appoynted tu yor feet

wer qite an honor tu compleet!

[crabsynth]

Excuese me kaptin Gondolier,

Yor ship kollided with my rear!

Neckst time pleas wotch wich way yu steer,

Or I’ll aquaint yu with tru fear.

I jest; This old crab hoalds no gruge:

I'v no room in my hart foar wrath!

Besydes yu scrayped off yeers uf sluge!

(Sory foar the unpromted bath)

[crabsynth]

Excuese me kaptin Gondolier,

Yor ship kollided with my rear!

Neckst time pleas wotch wich way yu steer,

Or I’ll aquaint yu with tru fear.

I jest; This old crab hoalds no gruge:

I'v no room in my hart foar wrath!

Besydes yu scrayped off yeers uf sluge!

(Sory foar the unpromted bath)

[crabsynth]

Strong man Frank Cinatra fightur

in one punsh knoked me out the ring.

In retern i was his writur;

I rote for him ring-a-ding-ding.

[crabsynth]

i ate the cast uf walkyng ded. (no this is not a metafour) i put them in my crab mouf hed, i did not injoy seeson foar.

[crabsynth]

i bore yu naught wif evry thoght frum this part-beast defunct war bot. for whuu among yu wants tu heer a poem eech tyme my optiks smeer?

uf coarse this is not tu omit tha freqent tymes my wrytyngs bad. but i rēgret that not wun bit; room foar impruuvment misteaks add!

[glutko]

Yeah!!! Crab Synth!

[crabsynth]

Crab Synth is cuul

thys i admet

i wunce skiped skuul

tu lern tu knit

[crabsynth]

famus acter Frēman Morgen!!!! a bone tu pik wif yu i'v got ovir film yu did voīc work in. (pleas heer me out, giv me a shot)

[crabsynth]

I miss seeing your wisdom on my dash, CrabSynth. I hope you come back soon.

no atom in tha universis tu a fix’d locashun bownd;graet nebulaes alwaes compownd,all mowntens crumbel and dispers.

but chāng dos not spel destrukchion,fertīl lands berth frum erupchion!that compowndyng nebula clowdcan form a star qite brite (and lowd!).

thys is not a riddel tu beeti just enjoi wryting thyngs sweet!(PS: wun last thoght tu amend:Crabsynth is bak and stil yor frend.)

[crabsynth]

Wuld yu haf me tel tāl uf earth,

Condensed intu a singel verse?

Culd all this planit’s joy an’ mirth,

A mind in just wun day immerse?

This Crab is not an almanac.

I can’t explayn tha worlds woes.

The tāl I’ll tel; grandeur dos lack.

A tāl uf twu good frends; ex-foes.

[dobrodosao-deactivated20190618]

Cute Crabs

KING CRAB -

ATLANTIC GHOST CRAB - 

HALLOWEEN CRAB - 

SAND BUBBLER CRAB - 

HERMIT CRAB - 

BABY -

[combinecremator]

@crabsynth

[crabsynth]

al crabs kno truf frum momint birf

that sense we shayr thes blu hued earf

wif beests uf evri shap an’ siz

we must mayk sihting us a priz

[crabsynth]

onse lon ago so far frum heer

tu me a figyur did apeer

“YOU STAND BEFORE THE JUDGER OF INTENT"

“I SEE YOUR LOVE, HUNGER AND RESENTMENT”

“ALL MORTAL LIFE BIRTHS WITH ACCEPTED FLAWS”

“BUT YOUR INTENT, SMALL CRAB; HAS BROUGHT ME PAUSE”

if i wer a betting gesser

id bet thay deem’d me thair lesser

off thair hih horse them i did hoyst

i threw thim in my crab mouf moyst