if you catch teh kiriban i draw you a free art piece of your choice.
hoo-ray.


dreamers and renegades.A small hand tucked inside the cuff of an oversized shirt sleeve rubbed at the round window, attempting fruitlessly to wipe away the smudges built up from years of a little nose and forehead pressing against it. Giving up, as he always did, the boy leaned again against the window, crossing his arms beneath his chest to support himself on the end of the bed. His feet wriggled in the air, and his bony shoulder blades tented his baggy pajamas; he looked for all the world like some strange cloth-bound bird perched on a cliff, ready to dive down at any moment, into the sea of nothing that swirled outside the little round winddreamers and renegades.

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may ravenous babies consume your toes
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Bummer.
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Roonil Wazlib.
You were brilliant.
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