Captain.Heroin
Bluelight Crew
good morning keeping; I hope you are well.
He realized no cat would debase itself to true proletarian existence--although they serve no dogs or masters, they expect you to scoop up their shit.
(Guillotinette, is the answer to your question)
As to all the bourgeoisie!
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'two weeks with the same old jeans on, i know you wanna die baby this is your theme song'
you should really check out his soundcloud - makes me cry like a lil bitch every time.
smoking a fat rockin his memory too man. RIP Peep
I'll leave to look into Lil Peep.
Plastic French Nobility--may their blood lubricate your libations:
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Did you construct this miniature guillotine? That's pretty damn cool, I love carpentery projects.The cats were spared--keeping the vermin in check is service enough to mankind; pest control of another sort was always the aim of "antifa":
Plastic French Nobility--may their blood lubricate your libations:
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I have been in tears all day today... for hours and hours... it's natural sadness with meaning, I haven't felt sad like this in a long while.
I really need my brother right now and I'll be seeing him later today.
Bob Villa is my uncle! the creepy, molest-you-with-duct tape kind, to judge by my carpentry skillz.
I really DID, however, build a mini guillotine as a HS freshmen (what else do English teachers expect when they make teen boys read "A Tale of Two Cities?"). It was more on the popsicle stick-level of craftsmanship, though.
BUT, the coolest part for me is that to put enough weight on the razor blade to decapitate baby carrots, I actually melted down some lead and had it set in a mold I built. I'm sure it's just a coincidence that my grades went to shit right after.