I’d start with the black one

There is a sickness inside us. Rising like the bile that leaves that bitter taste at the back of our throats. We do our best to deny its existence, dealing in lies and distraction. Until one day the body rebels against the mind and screams out… “I am going bald.”

It doesn’t say no good bois

Fezn’t

I traded my feels for a good pony who’ll be itching to roam. She’ll stay by my side till I sing my last cowboy song

The more the better

@catfluff!!!

Oh you’re approaching me

To be a hyena - to be greedy

imax and climax

Where’s the machete @xvarnah?