hi (bird)

1/2 orphelin

All night I been thinking about her just how skibidi she is tho she doesn't believe in the power of the gyattness of it all
The pizza tower that I stand is not made with the blood of the skibidi toilet or titans but rather those of the grimace shake mixed with that pink sauce, I am on top the faunum taxing world because I am the bridge that combines the lost Pingas and jellypants of the past and the slay queens and Ohio's of the future
Come on I experience it all the coaxing of those dabs back in the old days where the Grandpas hit the griddy while singing a tune so catchy they were in the thick of it i seen everything and it will end with everything going back to the trolololol of soldiers marching beyond the Mayor and weegee that allows me to see that thang

i can't build

hey, is that actually u in ur pfp? you sure look good handsome, wanna hang out?

Sometimes I fantasize about Misato coming home drunk and beating me until I feel numb. She kicks me in the ribs until I can hardly breathe. Then she starts to cry and apologizes, begging me to forgive her. She holds me all night as I gently cry into her t-shirt. Please help is there any hope for me.