RE: :V
05-18-2016, 07:20 AM
(05-11-2016, 01:31 PM)☆ C.H.W.O.K.A ☆ Wrote: »became a recluse
i bought a computer
set it up in the home
elusive big one
on the screen
saw the holy ghost i swear
on the screen
19's a national embarrassment, but you'll always have a soft spot for it.
It's a hoatzin. It's basically a Sonic The Hedgehog fancharacter, and has a similar extent of emotional maturity under that magnificent hairstyle. 19's all show and little substance, a laundry list of appropriate symbols and accouterments and adjectives in lieu of an organic, trench-fostered personality. 1 and 16 and similar in this regard.
It's quite happy to share though. It lazily stretches open its wings - 19, hatchmate to the likes of 15, hasn't seen much action in a while - and safety pins and tins of hair dye rattle off them like contraband.
Even the dead can find fulfillment in carrion-picking company, it seems.
Quote:where's the cursor?
where's the eraser?
where's the cursor?
where's the eraser?
20's limbs are severed; a metre-odd adrift. Neon feathers barred with electric blue bloom from the stumps, their markings sparking to life when its disembodied claws clench. It'll occasionally get overexcited and kick up a jabbering fuss, its ungainly drawl out of sync with its beak. For all its discombobulation, it flies just fine.
When 13 starts off on one of its grandiloquent proto-tales, 20 kicks up a fuss and drunkenly stumbles all over your workspace. Its watchful gaze is invaluable in arguments, though, so you can forgive its foibles.
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow