#wrat

jerry’s dead. i’ll say it again and again. jerry is dead. jerry’s dead. you’re in love with a skeleton. a framed head. a dead end. jerry’s dead. i have to move on from you, if you insist on trying to pull me through. i’m headed in the other lane, going faster in opposing directions. jerry’s dead. tell all your friends. show off his body. show them his head. dead skin, dead cells, dead thoughts, dead pens. dead words. jerry died 3 weeks ago. you’re in love with rotten flesh. you’ve chained yourself to a skeleton. congrats. good luck. good day my friend. tell me how his flesh tastes, is it rotting in your suitcase. tell me how his neck weighs, is he dead weight, is he dead weight. tell me how his temp fades as you search his skin for answers nightly. tell me how his clammy hands won’t cling to yours won’t bring your hopes won’t.. and i hope that this is easy. i wan’t something that will not touch my soul, was what you said, 2 years ago, i hope he’s easy to forget, i hope he fades just like you did for me when.. when i was gone those last 3 weeks. i hope that you’re content. i hope you’re satisfied, filling yourself up with that death

figuring out the multiclassing on my next dnd character & thoroughly looking forward to confusing the everliving daylights out of the rest of the table as a warlock-sorcerer with secret access to cleric spells, plus next level i get cantrips & rituals from any class thanks to the tome pact....... oh no what class could i possibly be >:3c good luck motherfuckers

new party update: all four of us have divine magic. three of us have guidance. what is going on