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nothing like a powerfully built green man swinging a spear with sorta fat abs
Just a Bishop excerpt, page 2.
It was here our dear Monty carved himself a living, through tenacity, ruthlessness, a sharpness that could easily slit the throat of many a doe-eyed secretary, did he climb through the ranks to be one of the most respected, (and feared) servants of the people.
And how did he do this? Through the systematic annihilation and destruction of seedy secrets that filled the pockets of every man in parliament.
Monty didn’t consider himself much of anything, maybe he was oddly talented at the spot of racquetball, maybe he could cook a panini that would win the hearts of middle-aged women world over.
But in reality the few things that Monty really, truly excelled at were analysis, scaring people, a detective with nothing but a clipboard and pocket protector. Some of his most cherished moments were recollections of larger men shivering in his wake he; a man who was barely five feet tall, balding, and built like a series of strategically placed rubber bands and pencils.
I ache for a release.
I ache for a release.
My greed for the rushing, choking, vomit-inducing fear of the mortality-ender seizes me.
Wild destruction, the feel of rushing asphalt, shrieking rubber and pain.
Screaming steel dominated by seething, white-knuckled, uncontrollable rage, an indomitable desire for horrible, victory.
The stink, the rot, the stench of whiskey and tobacco, overpowered by the pounding metal pistons of the beast, the waft of oil that boils like blood.
The wail of electronica, the singing cries of a crowd, each face I long to twist into my rage for loss.
I ache for a release.
Think imma start using this blog again.
For writing and shit.
SOMEONE I KNOW
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no just you ivo
can’t be tamed
soldierofascalon
its that time of the year again
it’s that time of the year again
i fucking
help m,e
Leaked Suicide Squad script:
when i get asked about the ‘type’ of character i play
When him and shia gonna collab
Dark Souls fan: Dark Souls is the hardest game ever. Of all time.
Demons Souls fan: Let me tell you something
I hope in Fallout 4 you get to meet a ghoul that knew you before the Great War and they’re just pissed off that you look exactly the same.
i hate the new snail meme. snails are trying their hardest to be accepted in this cruel world and here you all are just mocking them and destroying their self esteem. this is snullying (snail bullying)
i fucking can’t
*the tinniest hoot*
jimmyfury
THATS A FUCKING KITTEN AND NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
*sobs uncontrollably*
welcome to elmo’s world bitch