vague whelk

Welcome the flip to my redundant mind hole you forgotten boob bucket
Who am I, you sweet furious slag? Caster of Hexes, cuckolder of mind-kettles, vin de table, poet, Dovahkiin, mage, film director, astral projectionist, part-time badger farmer, moth-worrier and table. Yes.

-- this is where my mind shouts fall outs --
~ ABSOLUTELY NO MOTHS ALLOWED ~
HAVE A LOOK ABOUT you creamy bongo. Sometimes things here aren't all that here really.

New things:

read the autobiographies >>

The yoghurty but still interesting existence of the Be Nna Kol >>

Broken Witterings >>

The Donald Trump and his extremely normal hands >>

Sometimes space blep cat notices how turbulent the descent is >>

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