#0168

Fine Art by KNEECAP

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I saw a headline from some newspaper wherein Sharon Osborne was calling these lads shitters because they DARED to say "stop bombing Palestine, you Israeli cunts" at the big california festival (the name escapes me, I don't care). I'd never heard of them, streisand effect, they're great.

i think it’s outlandish when people wonder if i can crawl into their feelings and make myself at home with growing pains. sometimes coming up with words is like growing a new limb. i can feel it move. a second brain inside of my own. an extension of my emotions— i feel for you, but simply recreating your situation into a poem requires that i step into your shoes and more often than sometimes, it’ll always fit because humans are humans. we want what we want when we want it. we need what we need even if it kills us. sometimes that’s why love hurts so many people. the raw rubbery choices cut loose by ends that could not meet, the stretched out truth is that you can’t face the reality of things without an intervention, but i am aware of this. i think somewhere inside of your heart, you already have the answers. asking for a poem won’t change that. it doesn’t matter how hard i hit the bullseye— you’ve already made the answer quite clear to yourself. dancing around the topic if you’re still in love or not? don’t you dare read these words and think for a second that it’s going to change a thing. because love is tender, but it’s fierce. because love is a writer, but love is also a fighter. because love is the silence of lush and blooming forests, but also the sound of a tiger that’s about to make the kill. with that being said. if you don’t feel your whole heart bursting out of your chest just to see if you could beat their names so deep into your skull that your first waking thoughts are about their safety or your last sleepy and groggy dreamlike mumbling isn’t about how you could be loved by this marvelous person— if you even second guess yourself for a fucking second. don’t.

The Long Leg Pokemon

Bug - Poison

3' 7" - Around the height of a Lion.

73.9 lbs - Around the weight of a Puma.

From the Johto region.

Equally male and female species.

Evolves from Spinarak (0167)

Info:

Ariados spins string from its rear and mouth, though a single strand of string is spun from its rear constantly.

While Ariados makes a nest in some places for the daytime, it always hunts during the dark, wandering around to find prey which it restrains by spewing threads from its mouth and biting them to restrain them.

Ariados's feet are tipped with hooked claws that allow it to crawl on ceilings and vertical walls.

Ariados are known to attach the string from its rear to prey and then set it free so that it can track its prey to where more of them may be.

It looks like another one of your chums is pestering you on your PDA.