Anonymous4: What the fuck?
I am into piss
But not shit
Whoever is requesting fecal fetish images will gonna receive a lifetime in the ninth level of hell
Anonymous13: me, casually browsing the BFDI tag on r34 bc im bored: sees this post
me, remembering the scat art of four i drew ever so long ago mostly as a joke: Oh God What Have I Wrought
Anonymous24(23): Every other universe is afraid of your monstrosity. Nobody likes your universe. Seriously, in three transinfinite size of the omniverse and the infinity beyond it, you are the only thing, sentient or not, threat actually likes this.
Your theories, your beliefs
And the way you preach for peace
It sounds like vomit to my ears
Whoa, daddy likes to teach
Counts for the muttered words you like to speak
But it sounds like vomit to my ears
Let me fall and kiss your feet
Everybody knows they're cleaner than your lips
I'm not easy to defeat
I know, I know when something's amiss [x3]
Something's amiss
Philosopher my ass
Your words leave your mouth pretty fast
And it sounds like vomit to my ears
I lie in the safety of your bed
Whilst Bob Marley goes straight to your head
How can you compare yourself to this man
Your whole life's a scam
So let me fall and kiss your feet
Everybody knows they're cleaner than your lips
I'm not easy to defeat
I know, I know when something's amiss [x3]
(I think I know when) something's amiss
Don't cheat me, don't you cheat me
Don't you think you can fucking lie to me
Yeah...
'Cause I won't fall and kiss your feet
Everybody knows they're cleaner than your lips
I'm not easy to defeat
I know, I know when something's amiss [x3]
Something's amiss [x2]
I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.
Yet somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them. None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well. I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.
Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.
And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.
So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...
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A masterpiece.
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I am into piss
But not shit
Whoever is requesting fecal fetish images will gonna receive a lifetime in the ninth level of hell
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Or ill report you
*also csx8888 has dick on front of him*
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Just commission some, but if you want a more straightforward answer just go to the first few pages of the tag.
me, remembering the scat art of four i drew ever so long ago mostly as a joke: Oh God What Have I Wrought
the
fuck
this is a disgrace to humanity
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I think he said that he remembered seeing this before but I guess he didn’t saw it in R34. In a different website?
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Your theories, your beliefs
And the way you preach for peace
It sounds like vomit to my ears
Whoa, daddy likes to teach
Counts for the muttered words you like to speak
But it sounds like vomit to my ears
Let me fall and kiss your feet
Everybody knows they're cleaner than your lips
I'm not easy to defeat
I know, I know when something's amiss [x3]
Something's amiss
Philosopher my ass
Your words leave your mouth pretty fast
And it sounds like vomit to my ears
I lie in the safety of your bed
Whilst Bob Marley goes straight to your head
How can you compare yourself to this man
Your whole life's a scam
So let me fall and kiss your feet
Everybody knows they're cleaner than your lips
I'm not easy to defeat
I know, I know when something's amiss [x3]
(I think I know when) something's amiss
Don't cheat me, don't you cheat me
Don't you think you can fucking lie to me
Yeah...
'Cause I won't fall and kiss your feet
Everybody knows they're cleaner than your lips
I'm not easy to defeat
I know, I know when something's amiss [x3]
Something's amiss [x2]
I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.
But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.
You are not here to receive a gift. Nor, have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although, you have indeed been called.
You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.
A labyrinth with no exit. A maze with no prize. You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust of blood has driven you in endless circles. Chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near.
Yet somehow out of reach.
But, you will never find them. None of you will.
This is where your story ends.
And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you. Although, there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be.
I am remaining as well. I am nearby.
This place will not be remembered and the memory of everything that started this, can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should.
And to you monsters trapped in the corridors. Be still. And give up your spirits.
They don't belong to you.
As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, waiting for you after the smoke clears.
Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole. So, don't keep the Devil waiting, friend.
My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up in their arms, the way you lifted others into yours.
And then, what became of you, I should have known, you wouldn't be content to disappear. Not my daughter. I couldn't save you then.
So, let me save you now. It's time to rest, for you, and for those you have carried in your arms...
This ends.
For all of us.
End communication.