Fragments

a bunch of random shite

You see a giant penis on the floor. It's has... oh shit is this PoppY? ... I miss poppy.

You see a giant penis on the floor. its got small, circular black eyes. it looks like it's screaming, but it has no teeth other than two suggesting an underbite. it's on its hands and knees, on the floor, with a collar and leash. a blue t-shirt and pants, it's cartoony and deeply unserious.

in the background holding the leash is a woman turned away. she holds the leash in a fist, the rope twisting tight around her hand. you see a side profile of her face with a disgusted sneer at the penis. her facial structure is bony, large, prominent, pointy chin, the skull shaped like a fang. nose like a mainsail. dirty blonde hair with blonde higlights cut in a bob that stops just below the lips, but above the end of the chin. on her back is a massive vagina that she wears like a jacket. except it's an actual vagina. it has brown pubes and the slit extends down to her tail bone. she wears shiny red leather pants and stilettos, and has a massive ass.

sunset with purple sky background except the sunset could be mistaken for a distant wildfire

the end

thinking about the setting of a metroidvania going on in my head today. the art style of the real world is sketchy, flimsy. nothing seems to hold its shape, but each person has their own unique look. as a suggestion that they could be living. you are in this setting when you are working. you commute into it.

Two poemtry on 10/15:

1.

pussy's wet like your dad
penis make me go mad
facesitting your son Trad
i am the gigachad

you are very lame
driving me insane
i know what's to blame
it's your small dick fame

you are super gay
facesucking with dre
meanwhile I complain
"burning every day"


2.

terrible dream
blinding sun beam
another day goes by

you and I meet
you and I speak
you will say goodbye

better luck next time
better luck next time
better luck next time

better luck next time
better luck next time
better luck next time

you'd be so sweet
in the love seat
sitting by my side

cold, unfeeling,
reckless, bleeding,
losers waiting to die

better luck next time
better luck next time
better luck next time

better luck next time
better luck next time
better luck next time

New site background:

Lyrics to something

Not one for the spotlight, don’t look upon me

When the light hits my flesh, my voice is not free

Observe me at my worst, in my vile form

Just hang me at the gallows, forget about me


Alive with repentance, my past resented

A lonely acquiescence, a life detested

You never wanted me, my progenitors

You never wanted me, my confidants


There she is lamenting, there she is condemned

There she is delighting, there she is ignored

There she is orating, there she is condemned

There she is adoring, there she is ignored


Nervous topics, exchanged between

I wish you were here with me

Little drawings, as we speak

I wish you were here with me


Sorrowful entrapment, the gloom is blinding

The eyes turned backwards, the present dying

A billion souls lost, spend billions fighting

We don’t witness the death we cause

We cheat guilt with shaky laws


Music to something

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