This mesto, our discord, our X, our collie, all still under veshch-building — like our gulliver, o my brothers. Trust no chelloveck nor devotchka. Just viddy a droog if you ain’t horrorshow to lose your virginity in the doing — or maybe a rookers, or your wallet.
If you're one of them — well then, hop in, there's still mesto in the auto, and just enough road left to crash with style.
Think it'll be 421 pieces — the vecks will govoreet “up to 10,000” — but there's no pretty polly to scribble that much. Dunno. Maybe better it be this way — killing for the skorry of it, the art of watching lubbilubbing bloom.
The moloko vellocet was crackajack! 💥💥💥
had us all dribbling and smecked on the floor. 🤤
'Just sling ’em a bit of the old ฿itconini and they’ll skvatt to you like flies to a starry raw and rotten biff. 🥩🥩🥩🪰 clicky, clicky, clicky'
Peek at our starry old Twitter rooker, droog clicky clicky