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NECRO MAMBAS
NECRO MAMBAS
[div style="width: px; font-family: GEORGIA; color: #422426; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"][align=center]ARE YOU GOOD WITH CHAOS ?!
The ocelot’s ears twitched as she heard her name called. Rosemary glanced down at the kitten, all fluff and newborn spots. She shook her head and quietly slipped the book under a pile without comment—a kid as young as Vayne should not be reading the adult material in that novel.
“I finished re-reading some of my favorite princess short stories last night, actually,” Rosemary said. She stepped onto the table and offered a paw to help Vayne do the same.
Whether Vayne needed help or not, Rosemary would then pull a copy of The Starlit Wood off the top of the stack. She bit her bottom lip, however, as she added, “This one, in particular. It might be a little above your reading level? Ah, a good challenge to the mind, even if so.”
[/td][/tr][/table]“I finished re-reading some of my favorite princess short stories last night, actually,” Rosemary said. She stepped onto the table and offered a paw to help Vayne do the same.
Whether Vayne needed help or not, Rosemary would then pull a copy of The Starlit Wood off the top of the stack. She bit her bottom lip, however, as she added, “This one, in particular. It might be a little above your reading level? Ah, a good challenge to the mind, even if so.”
© MADI
I FEEL SO HUNGRY —
— Dear diary, I don't know what's going on, but something's up / The dog won't stop barking, and I think my TV is bust / Every channel is the same, it's sending me insane / And earlier somebody bit me, what a fucking day / The sky is falling / It's fucking boring / I'm going braindead, isolated / God is a shithead / And we're his rejects / Traumatized for breakfast / I can't stomach any more survival horror / Dear diary, I feel itchy like there's bugs under my skin / The dog's gone rabid (shut the fuck up) / Doing my head in —— WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?