Do You Ever Feel Like A Starving Carnivore?

I have created this lovely being, the dick dealer. (Does not sell drugs, only dicks)

I have come up with this wonderful idea.

The dick dealer! Lmao.

Wow, 5ft4" is pretty big for a rat!

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Put down the phone, grandma. It's bedtime. Come on, I'll tuck you in.

There you go, all cuddly with Mr.Whiskers.

Baked beans taste like the color gray

Piss for all 24 of em

You have so many hours in a day, what the fuck am I supposed to do with all of these hours?

I want to hug this man

And feel the stick and be stuck there.

Welcome to the zone of my vibe

There are 2 wolves inside you, one simps for sweet and kindhearted twinks, the other simps for big and dangerous bone crushers

Holy shit I just woke up to the wild blowing outside my house at like a billion miles an hour dude! What the fuck that is so loud! If I didn't know better I'd think there was a fuckin tornado in my yard, fucking hell!

I HAVE COSPLAYED (poorly cause I ran out of time real fast)

Do with this what you will

The Way I'm Sure Mice Are Meant To Die

I'm not always sure what God's I worship

I'm not always sure of my own morals

I'm not always sure of my theories of the afterlife

But something I am sure of and always have been is my belief in mother earth

And my hatred of cruel glue traps

I know the mice are not meant to be here

If I were fast enough to catch them to release I would

But I know I am not

So if it must come to a trap I will use something that is fast

Because between a quick bullet to the brain execution or a long tortureous death of struggle and starvation

I think all of us would choose the first choice

Mind you this creature is dying for such a petty crime

Just trying to survive somewhere they don't even know they shouldn't be

When it's over I'll bury him

The mouse in my room that will soon be in a trap that I've set

And I'll feel bad for murdering something more innocent than my own kind

But I will feel better knowing he did not suffer

And that I return him to the earth from which he came

Become throwing a creature of earth

of flesh and bone once granted life

Into layers of plastic with the pollution bound for a graveyard of garbage

It feels so wrong

Even as a child I knew that

It goes against all nature and worse starves earth of her meal

It's take with no true give

I'll likely repeat this to deaf ears of family

When they find me digging a hole for a pest

If I had a choice I'd be buried with no coffin

But I know I don't

So all I can do is hope for the cheapest one

Made of the softest wood

Something easy to rot

I'd rather not keep mother earth waiting long for her meal

For now I'll give her back the small mouse that wandered away from her to my own den

And hope she sees his death not as unatural cruelty but as predator sharing prey

The way I'm sure mice are meant to die