You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
I miss Anonus
I feel like my "real life" is supposed to be with him
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Someday Anonus and I will get a cabin up in the Rockies for Christmas
And we'll spend all Christmas Eve cuddling and snuggling in a move warm bed
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
on rare occasions I get a dream where something nice is happening and then I wake up and feel very frustrated, although I guess im always frustrated when I snap back to reality
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
I never actually experience the good thing in my dream, just it's on the verge of happening, on rare occasions, and I believe it will, but it absolutely never does. I always either get cockblocked or wake up
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miko the eternal full time shemale
I feel like my "real life" is supposed to be with him
And we'll spend all Christmas Eve cuddling and snuggling in a move warm bed
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Man, it was a great experience and all but it was also super stressful and I'm glad it's behind me.
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
all is good, all is right