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tell them i remember, tell them i REMEMBER you . . .
for @harlotwork & @evilwork!!

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 the devil duo:  baby & otis.
tosses some crunch bars down the tunnel
Nougat!!
@evilwork ------ OTIS B. DRIFTWOOD / STARTER CALL.
    â---is there even a body left in that? it looks like he exploded.â was it even a he?
@evilwork  :  //   starter call.
   â   alright , well  ...    â  voice is shaky for the first time since he could recall.  heâs never seen such gruesome hatred before his eyes.  heâs sure heâs looked that way too when killing , but something was wrong about this kind.   â   that was no monster , was it ?    â  he tries recollecting himself.

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evilwork replied to your post: fave things abt the tags on that gifset âi love...
âi fucking hate this guyâ is the funniest one to me for some reason im? speechless
  » honestly âi fucking hate this guyâ should be the reaction to any abhorrent beast
my guy cole did you just change your theme b/c reading this on one theme only to refresh it on another literally gave me an out of body expierence
   DFSKFDFS I DID IâM SORRYÂ
@evilwork liked for a starter .
     â  hey ,   mister .  â   dulcet undertone tinted by  malice  ,   siren song   calls for rotten sailors like you  ,   vicious little creatures  ,   like to  watch  them beg for mercy while water  floods  lungs  .   coated in fabricated  sweetness .    raspberry lips  exhale  tendrils of thick ,  cancerous smoke  .   it drifts up to join the  stars   in a haze of  longing .    tapping of  moto boots   grows louder as she saunters closer  ,   ghastly silhouette    emerging from within the  inky blackness   of the vacant parking lot like a  whisper  of the departed .    sheâs only ever been   half here   in this wrenched world ,   mind trapped somewhere far less amiable .     roll of tape hangs loosely from bony fingers  ,   frail arm outstretches towards you  .  â  sorry ,  but i think you dropped your um ...  duct tape ?  â   hollowness of coal eyes is that of bottomless pits  ,   of brimstone  &  fire  -   tangible  ;   framed  by faded hues of smudged purple   .    feigned   ignorance  dissolves quickly into bloodied waters as devilry  reels   reddened corners up into meek mimicry of a simper .   â  wouldnât want ya to  run out of it  .    squeaky doors are a  bitch .  â