in a way i am my own dead wife
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@mechanical-idiot
in a way i am my own dead wife
you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life
brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man
hi,my name is Normal About Characters and youcan always trust me to be normal about the cahracter
at some point The Character stops being a character and starts being a close personal friend
curiouser and curiouser
For all of space….
Found myself enamored with these fools and had to draw them in a more traditional dnd style
where are my angelstone fans. i know the stoners are still with me
they are so stupid
For all of space….
Found myself enamored with these fools and had to draw them in a more traditional dnd style
fucked up in the club asking the dj to play flight of the bumblebee
the author's barely disguised longing to be a real person
the author's barely disguised longing to not be a real person
i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly
Who makes the porn bots. Where do they come from. What do they hope to achieve.
Who makes the porn bots.
Where do they come from. What do
they hope to achieve.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
My voice repeats what
you all say: I love you I
love you I love you.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
This. This is the first time. The only time. That it was not an echo. It was not found. Oh god.
moon joy !!!