A little Awesomenauts story I’ve made.
I’LL shOW THaT FUCKIN aRT sCHOOL,
I’LL sHOW THEM aLL
finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
What the actual fuck
dance of a sentry
Again. At 3am. It sounded like a bloody summoning.