traumatised puppy needs a big spliff and a kick in the balls.

my weed man’s new runner is the dude who followed me home from the shops to ask if i’m single a few months back. shame he’s busy tonight.

there is tar
in my braincreases

is there a cutoff point where we can’t show tits in public anymore? or do we just keep at it until people start throwing stones?

mardy slut.

we’re in desperate need of a programmer. defensive mode needs to be ‘growl, hiss and spit’ but it’s been stuck on ‘hide for several days’ instead.

it’s a whole ten years since i stepped forward and said ‘i’m not one of you’.
not one person i came out to is around to bear witness. good fucking riddance, kiss my limp dick xoxo

shinzō wo sasageyo.
this is gonna hurt so good

we’re here! we’re here!
we’re here for furries, tranners and wrong’uns