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RAAAAAH
I ORDERED MYSELF SOME EARS AND IM SO EXCITED LOOK HOW COOL THEY LOOK
I need them in my hands NOWWWWW
Mom: Just be yourself :]
Me: You try being a radioactive dog shoved into a human body and see if it gets you anywhere >:
Throwback to this poem I wrote a while back
Plain text:
There was at one time,
A man I knew who spoke
With the crackle of a fire
Who had a cough
Like the devil himself had curled up in his lungs.
Who took me places
No wicked thing ever dared to trot.
He who stood so mighty,
The king of a southern summer,
And composed of the cicadas sympathy.
It is from him
I acquired my dirty paws,
These blood fangs.
From him came this wagging tail,
And hanging tongue.
Where my king of summer lies,
With the worms in his oldest home,
I stay his heir.
I haunt this town like an unmuttered curse.
And when they dare speak my name,
As if some insulting thing,
I think fondly of the man who gave me claws and teeth.
So that their insolence is not so easily forgiven,
And just as he,
Never forgotten.