I have nothing deep to say.
I'd just like to announce that for days, I thought my hermit crab was creepin' around his tank, bein' a happy little (Even though "little" is NOT the word to describe him) faggot-crab.
Today, I realized that the noises I'm hearing are not coming from Thrasher. Gizmo's superworms are really loud. And gross.
They like to bite him, too.

I end up having to crush their heads so he can eat them without fear of being nipped.
ANYWAYS. That's all. I just wanted to share that with everyone. Everyone who reads this, at least.

Main idea of the story: I have some loud-ass worms in my room. YUM.
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- the character of art is human kindness -
take a look at my gallery -> [link]
Who are you what's your favorite color where are you from how did you get here what's your favorite food and do you wish to be my friend?
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-I don't fear Death...Death fears me...
-The best of us find happiness in misery.
-Make the best of what you have, even if all you have is nothing...
-I write for the same reason I breathe: if I didn't, I would die.
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-I don't fear Death...Death fears me...
-The best of us find happiness in misery.
-Make the best of what you have, even if all you have is nothing...
-I write for the same reason I breathe: if I didn't, I would die.
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