Tiny biscuit me
 When I was little, everyone who really cared about me was biscuits, they practically raised me, much better then my dumb human bodied parents who birthed me
  I fit in with them so well, and I began to feel uncomfortable in my human body, I began to feel astral bread encasing me, and soft warm butter on my head, dripping down.
  This was how I originally found my identity, although I will write about all the emotions in further detail later.
 Donât ever let anyone say your identity doesnât exist, show them this blog so they can have further education on us foodkin












