Fever thoughts aka nothing, caps
moth moth moth moth
baby baby baby baby
YYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAA
Fever thoughts aka nothing, alc, bad
not that I would. I only figured out that my right nostril was just try and needed recirculated mask air, and if poking it with a stick before then would've made me explode like a death star, that'd be like shooting the thermal exhaust port with another death star
Fever thoughts aka nothing, caps
Make up an eclipse phase character
Mine's Jamitov HIMEM, a pre-fall guy who uploaded himself to his powersuit, which still runs on a Cyrix mIII. A touch slow and longs for "the old days"