chunks of flommus
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mother nature
Right now, the sound of distant thunder ripples through the air. Competing with the songbirds that sing so loud I can hear them
banter, plebs
We were all in a scenario where zombies existed. We didn’t call them zombies, of course, they were known as the ‘unfortunates.’
verily! because learn improv from who you heard on radío flomm
~~A Quest Into the Depths of Harold –– a single scene~~ jes: *enters house after work* Hel— Oh no. What plagues you, my
423 blue recap: made malevich, printed type, parked backwards
I’m supposed to talk about Malevich, and these pictures of me and my husband playing with green screens, and the interestingly cool