I like the wind in the trees. They make good patterns. But I miss my cat Yog Sothoth. I miss him quite a lot.
A lot.
Those of you reading this who remember him, remember him. The rest of you can just fuck off.
I want a pet pig and a parrot.
Bloody gin.
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Love this post. Poetry.
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