
An unholy sneeze that kept on living even after the end.
An unholy sneeze that kept on living even after the end.
You know, I’ve never actually seen an animal in my life.
It can hear a goober coming from a mile away.
I don’t know how to doop. But I will learn.
The grey pile serves a very important purpose, but I can’t remember what it is.
It wants to bite little pieces of you off, piece by piece, until nothing of you is left.