Nostalgiaratu, the vampyre…
He comes into your home in the middle of the night…
And sucks on your junk.
Wait, a minute, that sounds wrong…
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I used to think I was a ghost, and that no one knew me, but I am as transparent as the air you breathe. I don’t care about making it big anymore. Now I just want something, anything, to make sense. Maybe some day I will know my purpose, and when that day comes, I just hope I’m still sane enough to help.
About Me
- Malice Blackheart
- I write long rants and shitty poetry. I do not care what you think.
3 comments:
I thought these kind of nostalgic monsters bite you where ever and whenever they can.
And what junk?!
Your joystick.
My game console joystick or the 'other' private stick of joy?
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