How does the overseas clause farm?
A pace offends under a routed divine.
The birth punts within the spy!
How does the overseas clause farm?
How can the viable wire crawl?
Next to the street persists a giving danger.
Beside his prize waffles a pilot crossword.
Beside his prize waffles a pilot crossword.
The eminent laboratory cautions.
An encouraging cassette shells a crystal.
A wartime twists the grammar next to the mechanic uncle.
The hungry thread burns above the revenge.
Will an empirical spigot cave the spoof?
The album loses?
Why does the composed gas enter under the heritage?
How does the overseas clause farm?
A pace offends under a routed divine.
The birth punts within the spy!
How does the overseas clause farm?
Tokiko pls go.
>>2,3
it's randomly generated morons
The truth is, everything you read from Tokiko is randomly generated. He - or more appropriately it - is a bot that, much like godzilla, takes various walls of text and images and spams them all over imageboards, textboards, IRC channels, forums, social networks, and so on.
So next time you're "talking" with Tokiko, remember this!
Prevent it from the boy's body
Him once again, the sick feeling in that room is the pinprick
of life. Mere brew is starting to grow weak. He is numb. My
world is small, so it is to be. An infinity as the split begins.
While seen, they fall down. My throat swallows him up. That vile
orange digest of his fears and personality. Sedation: my body is
fading. Is now his awareness. He seems out. My teeth chatter.
The former body again. As the pit and his memories spin,
he is in the room. What there split? Although he, himself,
has no barriers, his presence remains. Yet something terrifying
interacts directly. He is suddenly aware of rooms -- an infinity
in his visual field, but none are his.
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But Now I Can
Once given little freedom, a man looks best.
Coated in obscenity, the smell worsens.
Sludge. Thick. Cold. Up to my neck.
A bladder warms his nicest clothes.
Smells. Stuck. How dearly we value
this shit at his funeral.
Slip both my arms out. Then bring my
humanity, I drip. My stomach cleanses
a hand as the shit melts to make a mess.
The stomach acids flee my eyes.
Hand near my face finds itself empty.
With great effort I'm naked and I wriggle
free and break off my hand, foul key for
the unknown.
Be free. My eyes keep me alive. My
hand finds itself dirtying the wall.
The tears (junk) is all it takes.
The world, my job, how I crave the
bathtub, full of chains. Fitting.
Water moves just beneath my chin.
It releases itself. Seconds cleanse
life. Am I -- the goo softens -- my
family -- worth it?