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Stranger Things
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@lifeisfullofcuriousqueries
Forecast looks...cloudy. With a 99% chance of music drops, at precipitation levels unprecedented.
"No, no, no no no, that's fine! NO RUSH whatsoever! I am PERFECTLY fine just sitting here, with my thumbs up my ass, waiting to be rescued. Huh? M-me? 'SARCASTIC'? No, not in the slightest bit! Scoffs As a matter of fact, when they get here, why don't you all just go on ahead? Uh, don't worry about me! REALLY! I'll get a makeshift hammock, and I'll just JERK OFF for the remaining years of my life! No, no, no, no, no, it's fine, RE-HEALLY, it's fine! You've got such a good grasp on the situation, I'd just hold you back! Seeing as I'm the only IDIOT with priorities like, finding out where the hell this place is, how the hell we're gonna get out of here, whose face we're gonna eat first -- in an emergency situation, augh, you know what, fuck that noise. GRRHRHHRH. GOOOOD FUUUUUCKING DAMNIT! WHERE. THE. FUCK. ARE. WE. KRIS?"
Lovestruck fools always say that they love men with beards until they lose 11 cubic centimeters of flesh and a half liter of blood when it scrapes off a patch of chin.
The Trickledary
The flaxen-gold hoard of coins did scream aloud,
Trickledary, pinched up, pursed by lips avowed.
With purchases pridefelt and assembl’d proud,
Not one Mad Spinster or Cofferdemon scowled.
“Wie Hee Ho!” Cried the Cobbl’er of Fate,
“Your Worth Sold in Merch, Nary Not A Soul Late!”
“Come then, Trickledary, Come then, Come Near!”
“Your Spirit’s On The Market Block, How Queer!”
“Nah.” The Trickledary Did Annunciate.
“Go spilt yourself, Ol’ Cobblerman, nah mate.“
Silence fell on Shelbutia’s gre’er shore.
As gilded coins felt company n’more.