
THE PULSE, THE HUM AND SWELL, THE SONG BENEATH THE SKIN, IT CALLS TO ME!
OW, FUCK! RANDY, WHAT THE HELL?
“DRINK!” IT CRIES, “DRINK OF ME AND LIVE FOREVER!”
GET OFF ME! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU LARPING?
This is a post of birds who look like they’re yelling.
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Thank you that is all.



IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE AN OUTFIT? PLEASE TELL ME YOU DON’T THINK THAT’S A GOOD LOOK.
IS THE APARTMENT ON FIRE AND YOU’RE TRYING TO SAVE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE? BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE EASIER TO UNDERSTAND THAN THE IDEA YOU’VE LIVED TO ADULTHOOD WITH SUCH A MASSIVE LACK OF FASHION SENSE AND/OR SUBTLETY.
SERIOUSLY, IS THE APRTMENT BURNING? SHOULD I BE CALLING SOMEONE?
