MOSS

skirt and boots, and you, too can

be a Visigoth.

“Do Dead Malls Go To Heaven?”

You can be a weirdo who saves a million puppies a day from getting kicked or a well adjusted normie who works tirelessly to broaden the scope and improve the profitability of the puppy kicking industry.

You can be a weirdo who saves a million puppies a day from getting kicked or a well adjusted normie who works tirelessly to broaden the scope and improve the profitability of the puppy kicking industry.

And a bunch of people are gonna read this and say that they're puppies and they wanna get kicked. Which is weird and kinda complicates my analogy, but we've already established that it's okay to be weird. Some are also maybe going to say that it was more of a metaphor than an analogy. Which is pedantic and kinda makes me wanna see you get kicked like a good little puppy. Idk. This post has kinda gotten away from me.

where are you on the ai generated kinsey scale?

ONE FLESH, ONE END.

WHICH DID NOT MAKE ME HAPPY, HARROW. IT DID NOT FILL MY HEART WITH SOFT AND SENTIMENTAL YEARNING. YOU SET ME UP. YOU SET ALL OF IT UP. I GAVE YOU ONE DAMN JOB. AND INSTEAD YOU ROLLED A ROCK OVER ME AND TURNED YOUR BACK. I SPENT ALL THAT TIME DROWNING AND SURFACING IN YOU, OVER AND OVER AND OVER, AND ALL BECAUSE IN THE END YOU COULD NOT BEAR TO DO THE ONE THING I ASKED YOU TO DO.

I WANTED YOU TO USE ME, YOU MALIGN, DOUBLE-CROSSING, CORPSE-OBSESSED BAG OF BONES, YOU BROKEN, USED-UP SHITHEAD! I WANTED YOU TO LIVE AND NOT DIE, YOU IMAGINARY-GIRLFRIEND-HAVING ASSHOLE! FUCK ONE FLESH, ONE END, HARROW. I ALREADY GAVE MY FLESH TO YOU, AND I ALREADY GAVE YOU MY END. I GAVE YOU MY SWORD. I GAVE YOU MYSELF. I DID IT WHILE KNOWING I’D DO IT ALL AGAIN, WITHOUT HESITATION, BECAUSE ALL I EVER WANTED YOU TO DO WAS EAT ME.