I know I haven't replied to comments on here since... late March? Sorry, everyone.
So I'm gonna get back to those and upload stoofs now.


never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight
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*Starrieye*
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We can all dream for miles, but only end up getting half of what we dream about.
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*Starrieye*
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We can all dream for miles, but only end up getting half of what we dream about.
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*Starrieye*
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We can all dream for miles, but only end up getting half of what we dream about.
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"The stars came out, but save for them, there was only black nothingness in his eyes, nothingness plagued with death..." - The Dreamquest Of Unknown Kadath, H.P. Lovecraft
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