11-17-2020, 01:54 AM
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Rosemary glanced to Seapaw as the colorful boy plopped next to her. One eye widened a tad, but she didn’t say anything. Seapaw was an interesting child, and Rosemary saw a lot of his uncle in him—like Coldblue, he had an active curiosity about the world around him, though he was far more extroverted and social than Goldie’s brother.
“Made it myself,” she whispered back, tilting the purple brim. “Tell you what, I’ll trade you some seashells and the like for one tailored to you.”
“Made it myself,” she whispered back, tilting the purple brim. “Tell you what, I’ll trade you some seashells and the like for one tailored to you.”
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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?