The Velawesomeraptor Himself (clayrobeson) wrote,
The Velawesomeraptor Himself
clayrobeson
  • Mood: achey

All slung up and nowhere to go...

First: Snow is merely little pieces of hell that the angry sky shits upon us when we displease it. I need to find a virgin to sacrifice to appease it.

Second: The arm is back in the sling. Not cause it hurts any more than before, but because I'm using it too much and need it immobilized so I stop.

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