Last night my friends bought me a cake. We ate it and ate in smoke. We were high. This is a tribute to friends. Glorious, giving friends. I wrote a short story at the time.
Here it is:
I feel as though I am talking to homebase
"Commander captain keen, please report to Studio Killing room no 4”
"Yess sir”
he looks like snape.
What the fuck
haha I got so into that.
It seemed like I was talking to Tom Riddles book
in harry potter
this if fucked up
AND I CAN SMEELL FISH?
x freyfreypony
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