lmao i don't give a shit if the house im going to move into is the body and head and wet open mouth of an ancient giant, one who's been in a constant, deep slumber catatonically for thousands of years as a result of his battle with the gods after having attained immortality, and so great are his bodily functions that the tap water is his saliva, and the windows are his nose holes, and the carpet is the bristles of his tongue that move when you step as if awakening, reacting.. and the man who set us up with it somewhat suspiciously has the giants face, and a somber sort of wisdom to his weathered visage, one only borne from eons of cruel existence, and out of the corner of my eye seemed to flicker about somewhat, as if but a fragment of a vast dream brought unto our reality from its own strength of will, though when i shook his hand, i felt skin and meat. and when he was giving me the house tour, kept drooling, and occasionally looking at me with, what i barely could see of an intense, crazed hunger behind his restrained, cool demeanor. rent is 250 a month utilities and cable included

my kids are gonna be like mommy what’s an ipad and i’m going to be like we DONT use that word in this house. play with worms.

#hew this is not helping you beat the sorcery charges