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246 weeks
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He dances in the light of your failure
Giddy with joy of your blunder
His voice cackles like thunder
The smooth toothy grin among his lips
The sway of his tail upon his hips
Right now he needs not think
He knows you
You don't know him
But you do know he knows you
And your faults
And your failures
And your fears
He stands in the light of your failure
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249 weeks
Update... Again

Because things have gotten more stationed in my life now. Better paying job with weekly pay. Been doing better health wise and doodling on free time. If anyone even still pops up around this dried up tentacle blog, how ya been?
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297 weeks
Hiyo

*Eats a bowl of popcorn* Did I miss anything while gone again?
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329 weeks
Happy New Years!!!!

Now can someone warm up the planet?
Freezing my tentacles off here!!!
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331 weeks
*Yawns*

A lot later than I hoped.. geezus what I missed?
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Apr

17th

2017

The little girl puppet, Mari · 2:02pm Apr 17th, 2017

She was beautiful.
I dare say gorgeous.
Short blue hair that fringed red.
Grey eyes like that of a newborn.
Her mother would be proud to see her now.
Once dead from suffocation.
My cold hands touched her cold beauty.
Strings along the limbs.
A corset crafted from her little sister's skin.
Leggings the same.
Gloves the same.
Fedora the same.
She has her use.
Part one of the new family.
She will be MY little sister.
Like the stillborn sister I never had.
Now I'm off to work on the father.