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Tuesday, November 27, 2018
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
The Tiny but Proud Cashew
I am once again blogging from within Railroad Towers. I met a very interesting fellow by the name of Cashew. He is a seven inch tall squirrel with a very convincing argument to make. I thought it would only be fair to let him speak for a moment.
"Shut up," says Cashew. "Let me have the keyboard."
As you wish!
"Hello, I am Cashew. I'm a little squirrel in a big world that is out to get me. But fuck that. I've had enough. Yes, I know all you predators out there think its hilarious for someone like me too be ripped apart and eaten. Or even worse... used as a cock-sleeve.
...
"Dude, your computer just corrected me on the word cock-sleeve to have a hyphen in the middle. I'm serious. It just did it. That's so weird. Anyways, I am getting off topic!
"I am so sick and tired of always being the 'little guy' in the world! Fuck all you big assholes trying to keep little guys like me down. I'm not going to let you bully me. Even this guy thinks he is better than me. Don't you?"
"No. No," he says.
"Well, fuck you. Get down on your fucking belly and apologize to me for all the trouble you caused little squirrels like me."
"What? Really?"
"DO IT! Good boy. Now say it."
"I'm sorry for causing little squirrels so much trouble."
I smile. "Yes. And you owe me everything. You owe me this laptop. I'll keep it and write about how much of a little bitch you are now. You owe little guys like me so much. You may not have personally gone after us before, but just being big makes you just as privileged. From now on, you are going to suck my squirrelly dick, and I am gonna fuck your big ass. You are gonna take it like the bitch that you are. Fuck you and your tall privilege."
"I'm sorry," he says.
"Stay on the fucking floor where you belong! I'm not going to be your bitch anymore! I'm the master now! Serve me like you fucking should, whore! Soon, the tiny people will rule the world! But before that, yer just gonna suck my dick a lot."
"I'll do anything for you, little master. I'm so sorry your kind has been oppressed."
"You're a bitch."
"I'm a bitch."
"Now suck my tiny cock like it was the best thing ever."
Oh, and while this idiot is sucking my dick, go ahead and check out his book, Pack Rats of The Inside. It's actually not that bad. Here is some information and a trailer:
$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition
Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.
"Shut up," says Cashew. "Let me have the keyboard."
As you wish!
"Hello, I am Cashew. I'm a little squirrel in a big world that is out to get me. But fuck that. I've had enough. Yes, I know all you predators out there think its hilarious for someone like me too be ripped apart and eaten. Or even worse... used as a cock-sleeve.
...
"Dude, your computer just corrected me on the word cock-sleeve to have a hyphen in the middle. I'm serious. It just did it. That's so weird. Anyways, I am getting off topic!
"I am so sick and tired of always being the 'little guy' in the world! Fuck all you big assholes trying to keep little guys like me down. I'm not going to let you bully me. Even this guy thinks he is better than me. Don't you?"
"No. No," he says.
"Well, fuck you. Get down on your fucking belly and apologize to me for all the trouble you caused little squirrels like me."
"What? Really?"
"DO IT! Good boy. Now say it."
"I'm sorry for causing little squirrels so much trouble."
I smile. "Yes. And you owe me everything. You owe me this laptop. I'll keep it and write about how much of a little bitch you are now. You owe little guys like me so much. You may not have personally gone after us before, but just being big makes you just as privileged. From now on, you are going to suck my squirrelly dick, and I am gonna fuck your big ass. You are gonna take it like the bitch that you are. Fuck you and your tall privilege."
"I'm sorry," he says.
"Stay on the fucking floor where you belong! I'm not going to be your bitch anymore! I'm the master now! Serve me like you fucking should, whore! Soon, the tiny people will rule the world! But before that, yer just gonna suck my dick a lot."
"I'll do anything for you, little master. I'm so sorry your kind has been oppressed."
"You're a bitch."
"I'm a bitch."
"Now suck my tiny cock like it was the best thing ever."
Oh, and while this idiot is sucking my dick, go ahead and check out his book, Pack Rats of The Inside. It's actually not that bad. Here is some information and a trailer:
$9.99 - Paperback Edition
$5.99 - Kindle Edition
Click here to see the Amazon.com listing.
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
The Strange and Otherworldly Dresden
Something strange happened on my floor while staying at Railroad Towers. I got an invite from somebody named Dresden to come visit him. He said he could involve me in some lucrative opportunities. If there is one thing I know about this building is that it is full of them! It would be silly to pass up on this sort of invite.
I went up a few floors and proceeded into a residential area where I found the door to his room: Room #66. The door was rattling a little. I heard a little whistling sound as air seemed to be blowing through the edges. This was rather weird, but I decided to go in anyways.
Upon opening the door, I was instantly confused. I think I was probably about... at least 80 floors up, but this door led into a huge Gothic chamber that went on for quite a distance. It was definitely longer than it should of been. Bigger on the inside basically.
"Please come in," I heard a voice coming from the other end. This voice was dripping with a sickening but strangely friendly pleasure. I felt compelled to enter, but not necessarily by some hypnotic nature of his voice. It was more just... curiosity.
And so I walked in as the door pulled itself closed behind it. Torches lit up on either side of me as I passed in. There were windows on either side of the hall which had no glass. There was subdued daylight out there, but it looked like a desert or something. Even sand was blowing in with the wind occasionally. I wondered how this was possible on the 80th floor. Did I walk into some other place entirely?
Two by two, the torches lit up as I walked forward. I soon bore witness to who had called me. There was a throne at the very end where I found a grey rat. He was nude... somewhat chubby. He had large golden rings hanging from each ear. There was also an eye patch covering his left eye. This particular patch had a mark on it that glowed red. His body and throne was surrounded by writhing, black, tar-like tentacles with phallic tips all sliding up and down his body as if giving him some sort of perverse comfort. Also... he had an erection even as he sat there grinning at me.
"Welcome," he said with a nod.
"You're Dresden?" I asked a little nervously.
"Yes. I am Dresden. Thank you for visiting my room."
"Is this a room? I feel like I am somewhere else."
"Please do not be afraid," Dresden said with a pleasing smile. "I have merely replaced the room that was here formerly with my own. The silly people who lived there are still alive but have dropped to a lower frequency."
"What is happening to them?"
He paused for a slight chuckle. "Who is to care about ghosts whether living or dead?"
"Um..."
He continued, "Are you interested in my offer, Mister ઘ̴̻̏ᴉ̴̜̑ɿ̸̼̆q̸̣̚γ̷̛͖ ̵̞̓┴̶̝̒ɘ̵̫̈́ɿ̴͎̒b̷̩̄ɘ̸͚̄ɿ̵̘̓Ɉ̶̨̈́ ̵͙̋Ⴑ̶̧̀ɘ̸̻̀Ɉ̵̲̈́ ̷̙͊Ⴑ̸̢͛ɘ̷̳͊Ɉ̶̫̍?"
"What is it that you are offering?"
"You shall do 6 things for me, and for your service, I shall do one quite wonderful thing for you."
"What will you do for me?" I asked.
"Anything you desire. Anything at all. You may make your wish, and I shall grant it."
It was certainly a very convincing offer. Anything I wanted? I wanted a lot of things. Money, power... people. There was something about being in the presence of this frightening character that made me feel stronger. Yes, I was scared at first, but now I wanted to see how far I could go. I told him what I wanted.
"What a nasty person you are," Dresden chuckled. "Of course, you shall have this and more. You must only complete my list of 6." The rat held out his hand. The tar creature surrounded and formed up into his hand. The black stuff was soon transformed into a paper. I took it and read it carefully. It contained a number of rather despicable things that I would have to do, but for some reason it was Item#1 that worried me the most.
"I recommend you settle the first one right now," suggested Dresden. "It will assist us in our future dealings quite well."
I sighed realizing that... it might just be worth it. I put the paper behind me and made a slight bow. "I pledge eternal friendship to you, Dresden."
He grinned as his tentacles writhed excitedly. "And I accept your friendship eternally."
A little bit of rape and a little bit of murder. They were all standard fair for all that he would give me. Item#2 wasn't so bad either. It was this blog that you are reading now. I don't regret what I did. Dresden is a very giving friend. And the things on his list are not so bad. Some of them are even fun. And what do I get for it? Power and wealth.
"Hi there~"
What? Wait, who typed that?
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm nobody special. I'll just be following you around for a while."
Who are you?!
"Don't you think I'm sexy? Don't you want me inside you? Oh~ Oh~ I'm so very sexy... and you love me."
Who is this?! Stop taking over my blog!
"What a tight, little ass you have! Ah~ So tight... Oh~ Dresden sure picks nice ones to be his friend. I'm going to do things to you so much faster than with Quentin. Oh, yes~ Come here. Come to me."
No! What the fuck?! Get out of my blog! You're Quentin's problem! Not mine!
"You let me in last week, silly. Hehehe. Did you think you were not susceptible? Oh, why don't you bend over for me. I'm feeling quite lusty. Let Baphy take care of you... and together... we can fuck Quentin together."
I'm not a part of this! I'm the fucking GM of the game! Fuck you!
"Gladly~"
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I went up a few floors and proceeded into a residential area where I found the door to his room: Room #66. The door was rattling a little. I heard a little whistling sound as air seemed to be blowing through the edges. This was rather weird, but I decided to go in anyways.
Upon opening the door, I was instantly confused. I think I was probably about... at least 80 floors up, but this door led into a huge Gothic chamber that went on for quite a distance. It was definitely longer than it should of been. Bigger on the inside basically.
"Please come in," I heard a voice coming from the other end. This voice was dripping with a sickening but strangely friendly pleasure. I felt compelled to enter, but not necessarily by some hypnotic nature of his voice. It was more just... curiosity.
And so I walked in as the door pulled itself closed behind it. Torches lit up on either side of me as I passed in. There were windows on either side of the hall which had no glass. There was subdued daylight out there, but it looked like a desert or something. Even sand was blowing in with the wind occasionally. I wondered how this was possible on the 80th floor. Did I walk into some other place entirely?
Two by two, the torches lit up as I walked forward. I soon bore witness to who had called me. There was a throne at the very end where I found a grey rat. He was nude... somewhat chubby. He had large golden rings hanging from each ear. There was also an eye patch covering his left eye. This particular patch had a mark on it that glowed red. His body and throne was surrounded by writhing, black, tar-like tentacles with phallic tips all sliding up and down his body as if giving him some sort of perverse comfort. Also... he had an erection even as he sat there grinning at me.
"Welcome," he said with a nod.
"You're Dresden?" I asked a little nervously.
"Yes. I am Dresden. Thank you for visiting my room."
"Is this a room? I feel like I am somewhere else."
"Please do not be afraid," Dresden said with a pleasing smile. "I have merely replaced the room that was here formerly with my own. The silly people who lived there are still alive but have dropped to a lower frequency."
"What is happening to them?"
He paused for a slight chuckle. "Who is to care about ghosts whether living or dead?"
"Um..."
He continued, "Are you interested in my offer, Mister ઘ̴̻̏ᴉ̴̜̑ɿ̸̼̆q̸̣̚γ̷̛͖ ̵̞̓┴̶̝̒ɘ̵̫̈́ɿ̴͎̒b̷̩̄ɘ̸͚̄ɿ̵̘̓Ɉ̶̨̈́ ̵͙̋Ⴑ̶̧̀ɘ̸̻̀Ɉ̵̲̈́ ̷̙͊Ⴑ̸̢͛ɘ̷̳͊Ɉ̶̫̍?"
"What is it that you are offering?"
"You shall do 6 things for me, and for your service, I shall do one quite wonderful thing for you."
"What will you do for me?" I asked.
"Anything you desire. Anything at all. You may make your wish, and I shall grant it."
It was certainly a very convincing offer. Anything I wanted? I wanted a lot of things. Money, power... people. There was something about being in the presence of this frightening character that made me feel stronger. Yes, I was scared at first, but now I wanted to see how far I could go. I told him what I wanted.
"What a nasty person you are," Dresden chuckled. "Of course, you shall have this and more. You must only complete my list of 6." The rat held out his hand. The tar creature surrounded and formed up into his hand. The black stuff was soon transformed into a paper. I took it and read it carefully. It contained a number of rather despicable things that I would have to do, but for some reason it was Item#1 that worried me the most.
"I recommend you settle the first one right now," suggested Dresden. "It will assist us in our future dealings quite well."
I sighed realizing that... it might just be worth it. I put the paper behind me and made a slight bow. "I pledge eternal friendship to you, Dresden."
He grinned as his tentacles writhed excitedly. "And I accept your friendship eternally."
A little bit of rape and a little bit of murder. They were all standard fair for all that he would give me. Item#2 wasn't so bad either. It was this blog that you are reading now. I don't regret what I did. Dresden is a very giving friend. And the things on his list are not so bad. Some of them are even fun. And what do I get for it? Power and wealth.
"Hi there~"
What? Wait, who typed that?
"Oh, don't mind me. I'm nobody special. I'll just be following you around for a while."
Who are you?!
"Don't you think I'm sexy? Don't you want me inside you? Oh~ Oh~ I'm so very sexy... and you love me."
Who is this?! Stop taking over my blog!
"What a tight, little ass you have! Ah~ So tight... Oh~ Dresden sure picks nice ones to be his friend. I'm going to do things to you so much faster than with Quentin. Oh, yes~ Come here. Come to me."
No! What the fuck?! Get out of my blog! You're Quentin's problem! Not mine!
"You let me in last week, silly. Hehehe. Did you think you were not susceptible? Oh, why don't you bend over for me. I'm feeling quite lusty. Let Baphy take care of you... and together... we can fuck Quentin together."
I'm not a part of this! I'm the fucking GM of the game! Fuck you!
"Gladly~"
!̷̢̨̖̭̫̬̘͔̥̜͎̣͈̰̟͙̣̖̩͚̞̾͆̀̿̂͘͘ͅͅ(̷̡̤̩̝̰̮͚̘̜͇̬̙̰͍͉͖̱̲̝̓̈́͋̽͂̒̊͜ͅ#̷̛̟̦̥̥͋̆͑́̽͋̂̄̒̀̊͌̃̇̊̓͊͌͛̕̚&̷̛͉̬̬̙̙̺̟͎̟̗̥̤͈͒͂̈́̈́̾̀͌̃͆͜͠@̸̢̧̢̬̫̮̹̯͚̦͕̗͉̠̰͖̗̣́̀̃̂̔̀̈́͆̑̀͛͑́̇̈͝͝(̵̛̫͎̗̠̽̇̆͛͒̈̓͌̔͂̾̃̓̌̈͝*̵̜͇̳̬͉̖̜̆́ͅ&̷̢͕̩̝̯̲̫̟͉̜̗͈̭̺̌̇̓͒̿͊̚͘͜(̴̛̤̱̖̟͇͊͊̔̉̅̈́͌̈́̉̂̽̂̚̚̕ͅ*̴̢̝͎̹͉̜͍̠͎̈̓̄̇̅̀̐͗͝^̴̡̧̡̫̯͙̦̮̹̝̬̟̯̟̬̰̗̥̲̟̙̈͒̽͛̅̄̂̊̈́̅̀̿͐̅̅̓̽̽͝͠͝#̸̮͔̒͐̈́̑̀̄̏͐͆͊̚&̸̨̻͕̭̥̞͓͕͇͉͓͇͙̰̹̹̦̖̰̳̈̆͗̊̓͑̑̀̂̉̋̀̐̀͆̈́͂̈̚͘͜ͅ*̸̨̜̣̮͎̺̗͔̝̀̇͌̈̎̒̈̀͋̍͐̔͛͝^̷̹̥͎̤̠̘͔̏̿̄͊͐̅̋̈̓̑@̵̨̳̘̬̰͖̣̥̫̘͈̊̓̈̀̆̒̽̈̿̐͊͊̄̅̋̈̀̈̓̀͜*̴̤̠͆̇͊͛̉̆̅̍̄̏̚͝(̸̢͚͓͍̫̬̗̝͓̪͓̫̞͙̭͗̉͊̿̐̀̑͜&̸̲͉̱̩̦͎̻̝̣̀̈́̈́̏͌͒!̷̡̹̖̜̠̠͍̺̘̺̮̂́̑̇̏̎͒͂̓͒͛͛̊͂̏̇̉͘͘͜͝͠ͅ*̵̢̰͉̤̤̤͖̻̜̱̺̼̖̞̻̠͖̌̂́͆͆̉̌͌̋͐̀̍͐͛̈́̒̚(̴̨̡̖̙̩̪̜̠̼͙̝̥̖̦̒͒̄͋͊̅̃̌̾͐̔̒̄͗̓̐͂̇͑͗̚̚͝&̴̧̡͇̦̲̼͓̪̱̭̺̰̥̩̣̩̹̫̽̌̏͒̃̋̿͐͒́͌̊̔̄̐̑̐͌̈́͗̕͝͠(̵̩̌͑͆͗̈́̒̐̀̂̋̄̒̃͆̓̚͝*̸̢̾̋͒̇̅͂̾̓̄̿̈́͜^̶̡̙̲̫͉̳̭̻̰͎̄̈́̈́́͊̒͑͐̂͛̑̂̊̐͘͘̚̕͠͠͝ͅͅͅ#̷͍͈̬̞̘͇̠̠̳͖͆͛͌̈́̐́̋͗͋͊̓̀͘(̶̯̜̹̉̂͌̽̎̃̌͐͆͂͗̃̌̐̏̿͛͂͛͒̈́̚̕*̶̲̯̞̯̍̄̔̚ͅͅ&̶̻̹̻̭̠͕̝̮̟͖͓͔̹̜̱͕̙͔̇̒̌̓̌̆͆̋̔̿̏͘͘͜͜͠ͅ@̷̧̧̡̧͈̪̲̻̻̫̳̮̳̓̿̏̌̔̄̒́̆̓͌́͘͠͠*̷̖͇̞̪͓̦̤͉͛̄̋͋̐̽̑̿̑̄͂̒́̈́̌̕͝(̶̥̘͔̗͙̣̳̙̘̏̈͂̍&̸̧̡̞̦͈͉̠̬͎̘͍͆̏̉̉̎̅̈́̇́͆͐̑̑͝ͅͅ(̴̨͍̫̰̻̈͋͂̾̆͛̊̌̏̾̊̈̓̒̉̚͘#̵̢̢̨̰̟̼͚̣̣̩̻̘̯͓̪̥̫̦̣̘͓̙̑̍͋̋̒̆͐͌̊̈͆̒́͂̆̕ͅ*̶̢̪̥̞̯̙̭̠̼͗̒̈͛̀̒̔̂̿́̃͐͒͘^̶͎͍̟̱̇̆̈́́̄́͑̅(̶̢̨̧̬̤̯͉̜̦̞̲͇̩̳͎̪͎̭̺̮͉̣̰͒͗̿̀̈́̍̌͗̒̓̏́̅̋̀̂̐͑͘̕̚͝*̷̡̨̡͔̦̞̗͕̮̦͊̏̇̚!̸̨̼̺̝̘̥̫̘͔̱̼̯̹̱̖̹̈́̓͒̔̎̎͆̾̉̈́͑̈́̎̏́̕͜͝&̷̧̡̡̻̜̻̱͉̖͎̬͎̯͚͈̯̲͖͇̳̞͓̒̊̈̀̏*̴͓̝̗͖̩͉͇̟̝͚̼̩̀̓̚͜(̷̧̨̧̛̳̪̟̻̖͍͍͉̱̘͔̱̤̬̬̯̖̍͂́̓͛̋͂̐̏͒̎͑̓̈́̄̈͆̒͘̚͝^̵̳͖̲̦̭̫̳̻̫̯̲̠͚̦̠̃̋̃͌̾͜#̶̛̝̤̳͖̓͒̎̋̏̅̃̊̔͂͛(̶̡̟̺̜̬͖̩̪̣̲̬͈̙̩̭͖̓͊̓̆̇̀̾͊͆̓̀̎̃͜͝ͅ*̵̡̛͔͔̘̰̳̗̦̥͔̩̰͍̹͚̼̍̓͒̾̓̂̑̔̈̒̎͒̑͗͂̋̍̓͜͝ͅ&̶̢̦͉̬̝̣̳̱̙̻̝̠͈̙͉̮̍̒̋̅̀͌̾̄͘͜͝͝@̸̨̧̡̡̱͙̭͈̪̻͙̭̮̮͓͒̎͐̑͑̂̀̀̿̿͝͠(̴̪̜̺̾̅̉̒́̔̐͋͌̓̚̚)̷̝͙͎̳̠̪̠̮̱̎̇̐̈́͒̉̄̔̽̃̆́̇͊̚^̶̝̹̪̞̰̓̂̑͗͆͑͆̓́͛̉͐̈̐͐̀̈́͠#̷̛̘͓͖̩̣̦̻̘͙̫̪͔̬̫̣̳͈͙̩̦̜̬̭͌̐̐͌̈̈́̌͝͝*̶̢̛̛͔̬̌̓̇͂̐̀̈́̅͋̎̂̅͋̃̕͝(̵̨̢̟̤̙̝͖͎̣͈̙̳̗͙̳̻͓̮̄̉&̵̧̠͖̯͙̥̇̍̾́̃̊̔͐̂̄̌̎̍͆̇̿̅̃̏́̚̚(̸̛̞̺̱͇̙̭̙̺̊̐̀̆̈́̍̆̇̓̔̀̆͆̃͝͝)̴̡̢̢̹̯̘̖̳͓̬̝̠̬̥̟̅̈͂̑̇͠ͅ@̷̧̢̢̛̻̦̞͔͍̮̩̩̲͔̙̺̦̣̲̩̗͕̳͖̈́̇̈́́͗́̃̆̅̂̒̎͘&̴̡̛͍̹̩͉̣̱͎̙̝͎͉̲͎̄̉̑̋̀̈́͛̌̃̃̅̊̌̈͐̽̓̎̚͝^̷̲̻̲͎̝̰̯̮͔̠͕̲͉̭͋͌̏͌̍̂̀̿̌̊̎̂͒̀̇͛̃̇̓̕͜͝ͅ*̸̡̨̠̟̪̥̤̲̬̯̺̖̞͓̼̦̥̝͈̀̈́̎̉̌̄̒̈̌͂̀̑̀̄̚̚̕#̵͉͎̜̝̥͍̯̲̫̼̗̰͎͈͍̺̯̺͔̄̈́̃̃̕̕͜͜͜͝ͅ(̵͖͇͙̀̆͑̀̈́̊̽̉̀̚͝&̸̨̪̞̳͔̉͌̆̿̑̀̆̍̂̇͛̒̓͌̃̋̎̕̚͘͝(̴̡̡͓͉̬͍̘̺̪̦̱̖̼̥̤̲͍͓̖̱̍͜͜͝!̶̢̛̛̛̘̘̯̜̠̭͍͓͉̞̜͍͙͖̤͇̯̑̑̈̉̅̓̏̎̔̄̉̔́̊͌͒̏̈́̋ͅ)̴̛̹̙̘̟̉͐̾̊̃̆̀͘͝&̸̧̙̘̘͕͎̘͇͇̝̻̻͎̻̣̰̤͑͋̓́̀̏̏̔͋̕(̷̨̧̡̨̢̛̼͍̭̬̘͇͚͈̜͔͔̳̮͎̰̦͈͑̈́̀̇̀̈́̾̃̉́̒͌̏͑*̷̨̛̯͇̬̥̯̤̳̜̰̲͇͚̖̩̘͎̺͙̖̈́̏̐̔̌̿͐͑ͅ@̸̡̲̻͆̋̉̊̿͋̆͆̃̏̓͗͌́͑̿͑̈́̊͘ͅ^̴̡̛̹̝͕̼͓͙̽̊̐͑̑̒͛̚͝#̶̯̫͚̠̱͍̗̹̪͉̣̪̫̎̀̽̽̽́̋̈́̈́͒̈́̅̆̋̎̋̀͒͘̕ͅ&̵̛̺̺͈̱̤̦͖̘͙̰̮̮̀͋́̀̈́̄́̽͜͝͝͝(̶̛̯̻͙̼͉̭̬̱̱͕͉͎̗̘̝́̈́̄̀̂̔̅̓̕͝(̴̮̺͓̩͚͎͇̭̣̭̫̂͗̓̅͛̿͛̊̔̀͑́̎̆̌͘̚͝ͅ$̷̢͉͆̈́̏̈̓̃̉̿͒̓͛̕(̵̭̯̰̦̯͎̬̼̰̝͉͈̬͍̒͗̉̑̇̚͝͠(̴̪̣̲̟̱̈̓́̋̈#̵̢̨̭̖̙̜̯͎̩̤̳̪̫̰̙͎͕̯͎͎̩͕̎̋͗̑̋̀̃͂̍͐̑̊̋̑̅̈́̂͛̋͗&̷̤̲̙̋̏̔̀̈́͒̚(̶͖̘̖̙̻̹̂͋͋̅̾̿̌́͊̍́̄̊͂̒͑̑̿̾͛)̶̧̨̧̛̲̮͖̬̘̮̱̥̜̺͇̳̙̠̩̘̓̿̔͂̈́̈́͆̔͌́̿̅̑͛̀͂̎̚͠ͅ#̵̛̱̗̭̺̣̳͉͙͓̻̳̜͇͍̺̹̬͛͆͆̉̓́̍͌́̓́̚͘͜͝ͅ&̵̨͈̟̳̭͍̝̜̣̲̟̘̦̣͚̖̗̳̤̈́̔͘(̴̨̣͍͓͈̂̀͘#̶͇̣̱͇̳̻̲͊́̀͐͛͜*̴̡͇͔̺͇̹͔̻̪̠̯̜̫̝̝̽͆̽̓̾͊̒̈́͆(̴͔͍̩͇̰͍̍̆)̴̨̢͕͔̺̰̹̘͍̗̳̗͙̼̖̤̘̮͖̞̓̾̂̇̿̃͊̇̉̉͂́͒̃̈́͆̀̏̐̕͜͝͝͝ͅͅ#̶͓̼̫̯̭̼̇̃́́͒͐̈́̅̑̊͑͒̍̔̚̚͠͠&̶̨̨̛͎̟̹̰̜̜͔͙̮̥̱̬̮̯͒̉̋(̵̺͓͔̯̠͐̈́̈́̓̋̍̃̐̌̆̊̂)̷͈̤̅͒́̽́͋͂̐́̾̎̇̌͒̂̏̅̽͂̀͠͝@̶̢̡͙̱̲̺̼͎̣͍̝̞̞̳̔̆̔̊́̆&̶̨̧̰̖͉̮͍̤͑̈́̀̊͑͋͜(̶̨̯͇̰̫͍̼̠̭̮͕̦̲͐)̸̨̝̺̫̪̙̻̤̂̑͌͒͗̏̒̈̐̐̕@̴̨̨̛͚̗͇͕̘͍̞̥̲̝̮͉͓̗̙͖̮̞̭͙̓̎̈̌̄̂͛͑́͛́̉̆̾̚̕͘͝
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Tuesday, November 6, 2018
Hello There~
Let's just put the Railroad Towers blog on hold for a bit because I have something I want to say to someone in particular. Yes, you. You know who you are. It's me, Baphy. You know who I am. I'm the one who is infinitely more attractive than you are. In case anyone else is reading this, I am speaking to a certain green fellow who visits this blog once in a while. You don't have to read it, but he certain does. In fact, he is going to sit down and read this entire thing.
So how are you doing? Seething any? Boiling on the inside? Feels like hellfire, don't it? Oh, bless your heart. You must be so sad. So very sad that your life is coming crashing down. Boo hoo.
I can help you. I love helping people. I love pushing myself into bodies. Grinding myself down inside them. Inside of you. So hard. So firm. Until... we're like... one person. You and I. Hahaha. It won't feel bad. I'm going to enjoy every moment of it.
Still upset? Gripping your fists like it actually means something? Maybe it does mean something. Maybe it's indicative of a very real fact that you are going to best me. Oh dear. I'm so scared. The green fox is going to hurt me. He's going to mess up my plans. He's going to add a wizard to his world in a silly attempt to bind me. I'm doomed! Hahahaha.
Let me help you out. You can have me. I'm all yours. All you have to do is bend your pretty self over. I'm a very giving fellow. Everyone loves Baphomet. Even I love me. Face it... The only one who will rid you of your problem is the problem itself. Me. Hahaha!
I think I've said enough. You are so very cute when you steam with rage. Your skin glows red and your fur remains green. Did you know what those two colors make? Yellow. That's right. The color of cowardice. You are a coward, Quentin. And I shall be there with open arms in the dark corner that you flee to when this is all over. See you soon~
Eh. Wait. What was I doing? Um. Oh. My blog is already written. Uh. Okay? Well anyways... uh... I wrote a book. Um... It's called "Pack Rats of the Inside." Here's some... uh... information:
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