No, I don't wear a mask.


poem 1You have come to me in my hour of despiration. I am short one-fourty something. With a gaze upon you Your utterly simple fragile form, Your droll uneventful packaging, I am struck with pity. Crerated so cheaply in orange plastic, Fabricated product of a failing manufacturer A modest satisfaction guarantee, Though I know you would break easily. Two different sized pencil holes and a shaving holder Are the only specialties you have. I can see you discarded by a child in the school trash.poem 1
Now you are in my hands... I want you to know, That I have a s
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"Moe Bless Us"
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13 Now all has been heard; here is the conclusion of the matter: Fear God and keep his commandments, for this is the whole duty of man.
14 For God will bring every deed into judgment, including every hidden thing, whether it is good or evil.
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T H I N K . D I F F E R E N T
Art Account: ~scapino
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Sorry, I don't do requests
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What The Mad King says will happen, will happen what The Mad King says.
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kevin: gimpy
me: da fuck r u hearing rob over here?
kevin: wat
me: he's talking about noodles??
XD
kevin y
me: idk
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<333333 Vannesa! "slaughter-u cant spell it without Laughter!"~<3
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"Poor little bare fowl. How cold it must be for you in the early morning, when the dew falls, and the air grows cold with the dawn. The good god is not always good to little beasts."
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"We and the labouring world are passing by:
Amid men's souls, that waver and give place
Like the pale waters in their wintry race,
Under the passing stars, foam of the sky,
Lives on this lonely face."
- William Butler Yeats, The Rose of the World
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