When I *** red I know I ain't dead, just critically injured, like when we chew fish I blush tomato-sauce reddish, not Australia-sky bluish by 𝑺𝒖𝒛𝒚 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐲

Sep 2017

You're not a well-behaved ***** cat that will ever really listen ever.
I see it, some of it. I see it, all of it. I see you eating big rats forever.

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