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PUDDING | PUDDING | ||
AND I SOUND LIKE THIS | |||
HEHEHEHEHHFHFHWFRIOwuOFILOFWRHUWDOIVDLHLWSMNMCWIOEWPJWIWOFU | |||
YOU MAY KNOW ME AS | YOU MAY KNOW ME AS | ||
PLUM | PLUM | ||
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PUDDING | PUDDING | ||
I AM | I AM HERE. I OCCASIONALLY APPEAR. IN ORDER TO CORRECT MISINFORMATION WHEN IT IRKS ME. | ||
THE MEMORY OF GLASS IN AUTUMN ECHOES LIGHTLY. DON'T CROSS THE BRIDGE. | |||
GENDER: [[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0502YJl348E | . . . ]] | |||
I HAVE WRITTEN | |||
THINGS. | |||
I HAVE A CREDIT ON HERE FOR ONE OF MY FRIENDS REFERENCING ME IN [[Out of the Shadows (anthology)| OUT OF THE SHADOWS.]] I HAVE NEVER READ PROBE. | |||
ISN'T THAT | ISN'T THAT | ||
FUNNY | FUNNY | ||
LAWNMOWERS | |||
ARE RUNNING | |||
IN THE DISTANCE SOMEWHERE. | |||
OVER THE HILL | |||
THERE'S A DINER, IF YOU LOOK. | |||
IN THE DINER THERE IS THE SMELL OF ENGINE OIL. A WOMAN ANSWERS THE DOOR. SHE IS DIRTY. HER HAIR IS EATEN BY RATS. | |||
ON THE DINER FLOOR THERE IS THE BOOK | |||
OPEN IT AND | |||
[[TARDIS:Spoiler Policy |REDACTED FUCK NEVERMIND]] AW GODDAMN IT | |||
FUCK | FUCK | ||
'''FUCK ''' | |||
OH | |||
GOD DAMN IT | |||
CONTACT ME ON DISCORD IF YOU'RE DESPERATE | CONTACT ME ON DISCORD IF YOU'RE DESPERATE | ||
Revision as of 20:09, 20 September 2023
HELLO
I AM THE
PLUM
PUDDING
AND I SOUND LIKE THIS
HEHEHEHEHHFHFHWFRIOwuOFILOFWRHUWDOIVDLHLWSMNMCWIOEWPJWIWOFU
YOU MAY KNOW ME AS
PLUM
PUDDING
YOU MAY REFER TO ME AS
PLUM
PUDDING
I AM HERE. I OCCASIONALLY APPEAR. IN ORDER TO CORRECT MISINFORMATION WHEN IT IRKS ME.
THE MEMORY OF GLASS IN AUTUMN ECHOES LIGHTLY. DON'T CROSS THE BRIDGE.
GENDER: [| . . . ]
I HAVE WRITTEN
THINGS.
I HAVE A CREDIT ON HERE FOR ONE OF MY FRIENDS REFERENCING ME IN OUT OF THE SHADOWS. I HAVE NEVER READ PROBE.
ISN'T THAT
FUNNY
LAWNMOWERS
ARE RUNNING
IN THE DISTANCE SOMEWHERE.
OVER THE HILL
THERE'S A DINER, IF YOU LOOK.
IN THE DINER THERE IS THE SMELL OF ENGINE OIL. A WOMAN ANSWERS THE DOOR. SHE IS DIRTY. HER HAIR IS EATEN BY RATS.
ON THE DINER FLOOR THERE IS THE BOOK
OPEN IT AND
REDACTED FUCK NEVERMIND AW GODDAMN IT
FUCK
FUCK
OH
GOD DAMN IT
CONTACT ME ON DISCORD IF YOU'RE DESPERATE
