nostalgic
weird thoughts from the hopelessly insane Born of a wolf, under a dead bloody sun, on a hilarious night of exorcism gone a bit stupid. Perhaps a beast made of rotten strawberries, the rest of this pathetically unclean information should not be asked.
Monday, 31 March 2025
Monday, 17 March 2025
Sunday, 9 March 2025
Monday, 3 March 2025
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