what is a child but an undercooked man
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what is a child but an undercooked man
i walk into a graveyard at midnight on halloween wearing nothing but a see-through, fur-lined black robe and a necklace of men’s fingerbones. i “accidentally” drop my robe with a sexy flourish and try to cover my sexy body with my hands — sexily, of course.
“oh no!” i say, sexily. “i sure hope no sexy, sexy zombies rise from the dead and fall in love with me!”
an entire crowd of police officers taze me instantly and i convulse on the ground. there are no zombies. this isn’t halloween and i’m not in a graveyard.
Hey op, wtf?
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my love language is unrestrained screaming
it is only a matter of time before i regain my strength and reabsorb god
that trickster god you worship is nothing more than a foolish child. pay tribute to real gods for once in your miserable lives, you worms
time? sexy. space? sexy. time-space continuum? pure human folly and our maker shall punish us for our sins
you really think i would learn a forbidden language long thought destroyed by immortal monks and summon an ancient entity of chaos and entropy just for attention?
well, you're goddamn right
op doesn't exist but go off i guess
yes, hello, where might one find
the void
asking for a friend
my preferred means of communication is the sound of footsteps behind you in an ancient wood when no one else is supposed to be around
i walk into a graveyard at midnight on halloween wearing nothing but a see-through, fur-lined black robe and a necklace of men’s fingerbones. i “accidentally” drop my robe with a sexy flourish and try to cover my sexy body with my hands — sexily, of course.
“oh no!” i say, sexily. “i sure hope no sexy, sexy zombies rise from the dead and fall in love with me!”
an entire crowd of police officers taze me instantly and i convulse on the ground. there are no zombies. this isn't halloween and i'm not in a graveyard.
there is no hope. only bones
i'm haunted, but not by ghosts
my ghost ghostwrites all my posts
strangle me, father
when the universe inevitably collapses in on itself, i will still be here. waiting. i don't know what for, but that's part of the fun
i am the elder god your parents warned you about