SLIMEDRAIN PUPATIONCRAFT
Is a drool thing.
First, you don't see it.
You wearin' evryday duds, an' swallowin' reflex on a natchrl bodily functschwaan ticket ...
an' then you kinda ain't.
For a while mebbe.
(Or sum evin indeterminate whiles --
like evry Turnin' Point charactah
in evry Turnin' Point story whatevah --
gaht the ANSA!
An' you mebbe dowint.)
So: quelle regardo you figurin' on yr own horizon bravado rn?
My view?
Bookin' muh playisse in the 2030s c/o muh Princessly Huddunno is prolly the FRICKIN' DIFFICULTEST EVAH NEXT STEP IMA EVAH TAKE.
"Evry front foot swings forward when it sure it gonna land," the Fyootshyisht monks say.
Yeah, but them guys gaht the sandilles!
An' they don't gotta manage imperceptibly difficult hayer!
That is why ima wipe mullipse of unseemly dribbles, an' wish always to neithah writhe around at randaahm nor pruzzent musself like no down-in-the-trash maggotschwanglah.
We all here now, uh huh.
SLIMEDRAIN PUPATIONCRAFT frickin' sent-U-all.
You KNOW IT bcs it already DRAININ' YR SOUL VALLA ALLA ITS YUMMY.
Like a pre-deter.
So let's get wickedly choosy here 'bout shit.
Pupate? Stagnate? Or Git sum Elate on yr tits?
Wretched of Moi to offah up jus' the three choices, I guess.
In a morass of potential inconsequence, gotta play perky or be vanished from view ...
First, you don't see it.
You wearin' evryday duds, an' swallowin' reflex on a natchrl bodily functschwaan ticket ...
an' then you kinda ain't.
For a while mebbe.
(Or sum evin indeterminate whiles --
like evry Turnin' Point charactah
in evry Turnin' Point story whatevah --
gaht the ANSA!
An' you mebbe dowint.)
So: quelle regardo you figurin' on yr own horizon bravado rn?
My view?
Bookin' muh playisse in the 2030s c/o muh Princessly Huddunno is prolly the FRICKIN' DIFFICULTEST EVAH NEXT STEP IMA EVAH TAKE.
"Evry front foot swings forward when it sure it gonna land," the Fyootshyisht monks say.
Yeah, but them guys gaht the sandilles!
An' they don't gotta manage imperceptibly difficult hayer!
That is why ima wipe mullipse of unseemly dribbles, an' wish always to neithah writhe around at randaahm nor pruzzent musself like no down-in-the-trash maggotschwanglah.
We all here now, uh huh.
SLIMEDRAIN PUPATIONCRAFT frickin' sent-U-all.
You KNOW IT bcs it already DRAININ' YR SOUL VALLA ALLA ITS YUMMY.
Like a pre-deter.
So let's get wickedly choosy here 'bout shit.
Pupate? Stagnate? Or Git sum Elate on yr tits?
Wretched of Moi to offah up jus' the three choices, I guess.
In a morass of potential inconsequence, gotta play perky or be vanished from view ...
