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 would like to petition for new regulations requiring all stores selling eyeglasses to accommodate those of us with eight eyes rather than catering only to those with the "standard" two, as stores currently unfairly discriminate against us.
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 would like to petition for new regulations requiring all stores selling eyeglasses to accommodate those of us with eight eyes rather than catering only to those with the "standard" two, as stores currently unfairly discriminate against us.
Everyone deserves good eyesight! I rule in favor of the spiders.
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
Are you implying you're the only black person in Centralia? I think Prince(ss) Utilis would like to have a word with you.
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
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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
Any worthwhile IPs (if they exist) can be awarded to Anonus.
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