Think we're approaching entering chapter [1] instead of prologuing indefinitely like some game that can't escape beta testing hell, my brain is fucking..soup [Soup is feminine, stew is masculine..is this how the french named everrything "I'd frot the table but I wanna cunnilingus the chair"] considering i have about 500$ worth of substances in me [good fucking time, but you're not here for my joyous revelry are you, despite being patroned by Dionysus {Sub-sub piece here, Dionysus predates the greeks and is actually what could be considered pop-culture wise "An Old God" cuz humans love getting wasted, laid and having a good time} and Hestia {once knew a bitch with the same name that killed herself like a fucking anime villian to make her EX boyfriend depressed, it worked poor kid} you're here to drink my misery and tears~] so my writing is worse than later and honestly by the time this is posted I'll probably been working on it for atleast t...
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