I’ll be posting again in a few days.
You’re the coolest person ever.
When you were younger you lived in some japanese rape camp, resembling Dante’s divine comedy, just japanese with Junji Ito and Suehiro Maruo hanging upside down from the ceiling in kinbaku style, some onis sodomising them and rokurokubis introducing her heads in the oni’s and eating their guts from the inside. You’re probably amputee and extracted your boyfriend’s eyes in order to place them in your clitoris, you have a vast collection of them hanging in a corner of your closet. For some reason you’re introducing larvae in your flesh because you want to be a snail, but i’m not sure how it works. But be aware, be aware of the dolls buried in your garden, their legs are stretching and becoming roots that will crush your house and will feed on your body fluids when they reach you. It’s not like they’ll succeed tho, because your little teddy bear will squeeze you with some pissed bondage and there will be nothing left of you.
pd: kill michiko-san before it’s too late
You’re probably one of those guys who goes out in their spacesuit with extremely mainly painted abs on it and a bunch of bellsprouts in your hand dancing ready to be introduced in stranger’s asses. Your favourite victims are crying girls mostly if they have owl faces but you’re cool and after little bellsprout is done you tell them a joke or make some weird face for a while. Also you have a pokeball, zelda’s weird moon themed containing a miniature alive version of Paul McCartney, you like how he spits water in your face before you sleep.
The ants you bath with already know about your deep sexual sodomised fantasies with the guy from Blue’s Clues, you better check on that.
Best regards, Andrea
That means you’re awesome.
You probably have some kind of mental disorder when you think you go through this weird dimension where you can find this kraken and each one of his tentacles has 6 tits and the walls (half melted walls) are all decorated with squizofrenic people’s eyes in motion, also you think you’re dancing in some kind of really deep void, and every section of the void displays girls being sexually assaulted and at the same time you have midgets opening your head and touching your brain talking about how “bouncy” and “tasty” it is but in reality your dancing with your broom and drooling your shirt copiously.
Well, that sounds way too better compared to this blog.But I hope I’ve clarified your doubt and that the little bald midgets in your head are fine and Bill’s wife comes back soon and stop saving their 10 year old twins in her womb in order to hide them from him and the court.
Best regards, AA.
