• „ B.E.N

//one day ill get back on my harley quinnnnnn

suck that thang.

The first rule of gun safety is suck that thang

Please don't
talk to me.

stfu you do not know how to cook one

who the fuck can even cook a pork chop correctly.

im just like a chihuahua that has been cornered by a slightly bigger dog.

freaked up on a ttthhhurssday?

nightmare nightmare nightmare

heard vore im suddenly stalking the perpetrators

what can only be described as a low energy ‘kiss’ to the one before it. a nature of simple mockery without much effort put in.

though its blind direction was just a bit off, its the intent that matters.

“the group remains indifferent about reminiscing of itself before the collective. the singular brain only seeks to see discomfort of all and painful gore,”

shrug- perhaps B.E.N has more to the depths, but it chooses to remain silent and singular on the matter. placing one hand to its lip, it blows

tolking to my frends on da cmputer

𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦...
𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲.

the creature turns its head to the left and stares off for a few moments, still and quiet. eventually it shrug once- leaning back and suddenly having its cane in hand to support itself upright.

“noted for reference among the masses inside,”
it refer heavily to the amount of beings inside of it.

“i need something to do that entertains me on the off season, that something happens to be- bothering you. its a joy,”

it nod, like it need to agree with itself on multiple fronts-. a wave of hand is given within the air, before suddenly pointing at him.

“nothing more than entertainment to me,”

“what i need to have something over you, of course. do you take me for something less than an- ‘all knowing’ virus?”

the creature hums a tune shortly after speaking, slow and distracting, simple to remember and apply to many other songs. the beings ears tilt up, wiggle, playing a part of innocence.

Memories suddenly flood back. Unimaginable hardship.

lip twitches at the corner, raising with the accompanying sense of enjoyment filling the creature. it moves to take a step forward- small, but in the correct direction of the other. nothing is said as the being just stares now. a smile, unsettling with calmness against itself.

hum. ~

it sways, a pleased little action as it listens to the bite in voice. head tilting- aimless gaze everywhere but where it matters.

“not kind enough to lead the blind somewhere else yourself? mh.. i see how you are, truly..”

no, i dont think i will. 💋

thank you for respecting my identity and referring to me in neutral way.

you should devote your life to the moon and its ways and kill y

the moon hnngnhngnh

GOD I LOVE THE MOON

god i love the moon

whatever you are drinking smells bitter, how lacking for someone with your reputation. still trying to make a separation of you now from your past, twin?

hate that shit.

loser.

die. whatever is holding you back. jump.