MindGoblin
moidsy
every time i download pinterest it devolves into poonerslop
Oh, what foids do with peanutbutter
moidsy
that being said this pic of spongebob is lowkey transition goals
birdies best artstyle
Wow that's actually so ass
moidsy
when i was a replacement my parents told me that if i learned to draw real good i'd get famous. turns out raping a ferret is easier
1969 or Something
the worst part is that shes actually capable of having a semi decent art style she just has ass taste and decides not to
moidsy
and for my 1234th message i wanna say that uhh idk
tomato soup (https://youtu.be/Rc1KoiZPoU0)
birdie covered in tomato soup if you were wondering what she looked like
birdie covered in tomato soup if you were wondering what she looked like
Apolloyon
>"Tyrone? Tyrone! What profane silence lingers beyond the threshold? Why do I not hear the customary hymns of mortal ecstasy from my pale bride?” With trembling hand I halted my perusal of The Discourses of Elysium — that most accursed interactive grimoire of existential despair — and turned toward the chamber behind. What I beheld there… may the Old Ones grant me forgetfulness. My reason shattered upon the spectacle: the strange inversion of roles, the alien implements of unholy delight, the very geometry of decency undone! I cast aside the sacred Controller of the Ritual Machine — shattering the looking-glass that had been projecting the visage of the prophet Hasanabi upon its surface — and cried out in blasphemous disbelief. “You have switched the design! By all the eldritch sauces of Fauci and the obsidian idols of the realm of Stranger Things, what madness compels such a reversal of purpose?” My heart quailed. The ceremony, intended to bring forth new life and unify the diluted bloodlines of man, had been perverted into something beyond mortal comprehension. I felt both fury and a loathsome curiosity stir within my breast. “I must contact the others of the Vaushian Conclave,” I murmured, pacing in dread. “They will mock my ruinous failure, and I shall never again compete in the sacred Speed Trials of Elysium beneath their gaze.” I withdrew to my study, clutching the phonograph cylinder of Cantu-Ledesma’s Ambient Hymns, hoping its spectral reverberations might soothe my trembling soul. But even as the tones washed over me, I sensed it — the soundless laughter of the cosmos itself, ridiculing my fall from reason.
Mental disease
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1969 or Something
Fuck it, sure
Mental illness.
royalcracker
wow what a waste of ketchup
1969 or Something
Yea, it's called Evil Autism.
>rape
snuffereet
moidsy
*old man getting his phone repaired voice* wait if the sharty is alive since it got a new owner why didn't my thread get any reppeys