What a title!
START.
this entry is short
I have lost feeling in my limbs
Everything around me feels horribly numb
Yet inside it feels like a million things tearing me apart at once.
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Pick at his brain.
xavThefloorlicker905 - 42 minutes ago.
HELP WANTED - Weird stuff I saw!
I don’t quite understand how to use ‘forums’, but regardless. Hello you fucking nerds! I figured I should introduce myself. My favorite dinosaur is Rajasaurus! Also known as the Eastern Ridge-skulled Lowrunner. I personally think that’s the worst common name to give something as cool as that animal. They are native to where I live, actually! Thought I should share that.
I’m in my late 20s and had some issues lately regarding a case I’m following along. Now, I am aware it’s mostly rumors, though I’d like to hear your inputs. See images below.
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REPLIES - 2
Petertheglasscruncher // Message me, this post is off topic, but I’ll be happy to help! I’ve seen some odd stuff too.
SuitcaseGlazer // You are a grown man, the fuck are you doing on the paw patrol fanon wiki?
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scratch that!
I’m ready!
I am beautiful!
Take a big bite!
SERIES OF CAMERA FOOTAGE FOUND WITHIN THE STOLEN SPEEDBOAT -
Closer. Closer. Look at me again, one more time.
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Rajasaurus is my favorite dinosaur.
Rajasaurus is the answer.
Rajasaurus has solved the ultimate solution.
Rajasaurus will save you.
Rajasaurus has freed the remains of your husk.
Rajasaurus is the cause.
I have many fears in life. Some are silly. Like the way people slurp soup or how a jacket rubs against your skin. But those aren’t really fears, more just things that irritate me.
I fear mesh floors, that they will fall beneath my feet and tear at my skin, leaving me nothing more than a skinned corpse when I finally claw myself out.
I fear brick walls. The overwhelming red, the feeling that one mistake can easily make it give in. It’ll come toppling down, and regardless of where it hits, I will not go out unscathed.
I fear I will never be seen as a real man.
I fear ants, that they will crawl into my hair and refuse to give in. Crawl all over me and eat at my skin. I’ve always hated ants, I always will. I can’t see them as anything but a nagging itch.
I fear I will lose myself on this boat, retain my consciousness, and be nothing more than a living exoskeleton.
Please do not leave my side, the presence of the water, the moon, the stars. Do not leave me yet. I’d like something to convince me of my humanity before I let go. To feel anything besides agony is all I wish.
Let my hands go limp in peace.
