

Wilfred RubbleOld Wilfred Rubble loved his slates and gobbled cobbles by the pound. He quarried gravels straight to plates with sandstone snifters all around. Although his gravy skimped on grit his granite gratin was a hit: geologists unearthed no faults with his bapeppers (or basalts).Wilfred Rubble
Old Wilfreds innards felt no hint of sparks in protolithic meals until he ate a pie of steels and chased it with a decaf flint.
Poor man! It took a steel meringue To end his life with such a bang!


leitmotif(I will never forgive Millais for painting Ophelia calm in the water. My cousin Noah died shoeless and struggling under a lonely mans hands, his eyes full of rain runoff. Real people dont sink as pretty as oil on canvas: Noah was four feet five on the autopsy slab, no flowers, no frames. I am ruled by the aesthetic, but I would embrace his every imperfection if it meant having him back. This clumsy dilettante still loves Noah with the scabs on his shins, sitting sloppy at Sams recitals in sneakers and shorts. Give me the asymmetry of his eyelashes. For the firleitmotif
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This wasn't just terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it.
In other words, oh god please let me see more of your work!
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Len hugging Kaito matching pixel icons made by silly-peach thanks for being so patien with me ;u;
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