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a plume of ember wafts from spent leaf

a hoarse breath tailed it closely

a grin carved across his face

things were as they ought to be, but something’s missing

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knowing some of you has been a waste of fucking time.

the others, sweeter than anything i could imagine.

thanks for looking at my feed, i hope you all find what you’re looking for,

but for now and probably a long while

i’m gone

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what kind of things you have in mind that got you to start this tho

if you’d like to provide a follow up rephrasing this, i’d be happy to answer

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Sometimes I’m not sure if its me you’re talking to

Rest assured, sorry if that's a bad thing. 🐍🌿🌿🌿

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i'd even give up smoking

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it examined the page

the shapes and colors splayed before it so definitely vague in their conjunction;

it knew not of what it saw,

but it had seen, regardless;

for a moment it thought to itself, and decided it would try to get a better look at this strange platform he rested atop;

a flutter of wing and a spring of leg took it soaring, high above the mystery palette below;

it began to understand it (or so it thought), it watched as it slowly began to take form (into what?), and as the picture was put into perspective he began to rea–

leather met paper, it was all gone

the moth didn't want to die, but what did that get it?

the moth didn’t ask to die.

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https://soundcloud.com/sobbel/spooky-bop

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https://soundcloud.com/sobbel/roomywastebasket

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https://soundcloud.com/sobbel/atmos-at-most

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https://soundcloud.com/sobbel/sidechain-migraine

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https://soundcloud.com/sobbel/8-butt

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At sister's house

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photo dump December 2k16

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aesthetic reel 2016 pt. 1

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When did you and Nikki meet?

We exchanged the occasional Twitter/Skype banter for several years and met in April 2015 for Pico Day, a Newgrounds meet up.. I don’t remember much except for the stench, it was overwhelming. She waddled in, clearly inebriated and disoriented. Stunned, I extended my hand to greet her. However, something was… off; Her eyes appeared to be looking in separate directions, not unsimilar to a lizard. While she stared catatonically at my hand, I tried to reaffirm my greeting by raising my hand up slightly and smiling, but she didn’t notice.I recall trying to get the encounter over with as quickly as possible due to the overwhelming smell coming from what I now believe to be a diaper, filled to capacity with what I can only assume was frothy shit due to the excessive drinking. She finally belched, clearing just enough brain fog to form something resembling a thought, however crude it may have been.She stumbled forward, “Name’s Nikki.” she bellowed, followed by another rancid belch. Before I could respond, she lifted up her dress and unintentionally drew my attention to a very infected looking rash with what appeared to be some sort of fungi. She began to scratch the inflamed patch and skin flakes began to crumble off, setting off extreme uneasiness and nausea in me. “Well, it’s been nice meeting you, and-” I politely stumbled, trying to maintain my composure while gracefully stepping backwards to make a seamless exit. However, before I could finish my thought, she bit her bottom lip and let out a fart that made her saggy ass cheeks roar violently and topping it off with a Fran Drescher laugh. I could not contain it anymore and immediately hurled at her feet.wait what was the question