METABOLISM CONSORT: Sir, it’s 2am. He should go to bed immediately
BRAIN DUKE: No. Make music sound good to him for the first time in three years
PENIS SERF : And perchanse a bonner,
fuuuuuck!
omg stopppp
i smoke weed for nutritional value only
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Life is hard enough right now that the last thing I need to see is a Dracula that’s depressed
thinking of the mortality of the evil and cock
your breakfast caviar? sad. weak. a stew of nebulous death, formless and blubbering. my breakfast? robust. vibrant. a powerful assemblage of shape and color. the yellowness of the eggs. the bacon, symbolizing strenght. the soft round pankakes bringing it all togethe
wher did you get this imag of me
idk that dude was pretty intense
picture of a shitty greasy lookin burger and a paper cup of fries. a thumbs up visible in frame.
what i tell ya
what if it was an Ong Bak situation? like where they guy kicks people
i Post at Work because i Croast that Murk
been busy initiating the sequence
thats fucked up. it better be cool
honestly its late winter rn we'd probably welcome a quick death on balance
i mean im with a tiny lil branch up in the northeast so its really more of a mutual aid group with a labor focus than a labor organization with a mutual aid foundation, the meetings are usually pretty chill. i mostly just am always doing something urgent on the days and times they meet
i mean hopefully not
had a big borgre from the grungy place acress that street shit looked like a commercial wish i had snapped a pic woth my olde timey camera with the like flash on a stick n shit
only if they sit facing sideforwardways
ud think its coffee but wrong. im out here sippin on that melted pouddle water with all the car exhaust gunk in it tryna see the smiling face of god
im with the IWW and there i'll stay until they kick me out for only making like 5 or 6 meetings a year due to bullshit (they wont theyre cool)
rollin up to the club in this shit
emergd from the grotto in searc of the dark and inscrutcable liquid
been busy learnin how to shake my thigh meat at the resonant frequency of marble so i can bring low the holy places of my enemy and lay their high halls in ruin
im a loam lunatic tbh but they ate shit early in the tournament so im rollin with the silt these days
are you a silt slut or a mud maniac? choose your team
they fucked up not calling th e electric ones the F152 imo
seeing stocks go down always fills me with this inexplicable bloodlust. like this is what it must feel like to predatory animals when they see something running away from them
man my sleep schedule has been really weird and fuckde up lately i hope nothing happens so on to make that worse like with the time of day or the sun or something
