Something strange cometh my way.

I could go on about how I have done what it is I have done. Why I do such things. Why when I smile, two rather sharp incisors deem it fit to poke out. Something else has come up. I reckon it will keep me up at nights.

A strange beast approacheth. It bringeth promise of something funky. I feeleth a warming comforting yayness.

The wind changes course. (That’s what she said).

Discovering my incomprehensible genius, au revoir. I will stop poring over texts and complete my own treatise.

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Unknown "PurrrRach" Cheeky - 16 years, 4 months, 3 days ago