Flick of the wrist but ankle version.

i have an old soul

I landmine you not.

A screen burning my eyes, which is supposedly a human language.

Disciple Of He-or Atheism-Universe, do-not underestimate’a- struggling, adapting organ of the skull.

For everything’s- in far- pasts, and in the coming’s-future, shall’once a day-ascending, take practice, and-pote-and’r-dedication;

In short without fancy language: Don’t give up brodda.

S i m p s o n s

But your skeleton is a human.

and like every other species, no matter how much milk you drink.

Y o u

w i l l

s t i l l

d e s i n t e g r a t e

sorry…

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