List of Crypticnesses my friends have:
Bees instead of finger bones
A TV instead of a vagina
Is actually a mech suit piloted by a panther
Is on office supplies homunculus
Can talk to animals, but only incel-y ones.
Is the Lord of Creativity
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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List of Crypticnesses my friends have:
Bees instead of finger bones
A TV instead of a vagina
Is actually a mech suit piloted by a panther
Is on office supplies homunculus
Can talk to animals, but only incel-y ones.
Is the Lord of Creativity
I feel like winter on the inside. Cold and empty. Barren, fearful, silent, waiting.
Sweet little gasps
Crimson blood dripping down claws
Throats gripped like bibles.
Sweet, tender necks, twisted from natural poses, resplendent ballerinas with graceful, twitching limbs.
A shallow dug grave
An unmarked, iron headstone
The soil stirs again.
Six little bone breaks
Bone peaking out of soft flesh
Seven little screams.
Your hand wrapped around a pearl, my hands falling to break yours on the concrete steps. Your blood dripping down past my fingers, white slivers splintered into my palms.
Choke. Choke. Choke on all that you've done, did, and will do.
The melting myrmidons.
A blade, wielded with the precision of a conductor's baton. An ensemble of blood and screams. Warmongering melodies and cacophonic dirges.
If we went marching into the woods, do you really think you'd crawl back out?
Words mean nothing if not spit out from clenched teeth and burning tongues.
Blood drips slower than you'd think.
The synthwave will be merciless and indiscriminate.
The glare from the window will only burn while the blinds are open.
Orange is not a color.
Dust isn't as pretty as glitter, but it is biodegradable.