i been saying to myself that i can’t be fucked up in these forests.
what if i meet a fine af wolf.
the only way i can describe him is “damn boi…”. wait, hold on…
so he invites me over his crib and wants to cook me dinner. ya know, cause i like shit like that.
after i eat,
next thing you know it happens. “it” happens.
so ima have to cross something off the list…
i remember when i was younger, my late grandmother told me about worms coming out your butt.
it scared tfoutta me and i ended uphaving nightmares.
all i could think about earth wormscrawling out my foxtail. who woulda thunk i’d like things up my foxhole when i grew up?
well a vix-bisent me a story that just made me scream.
i’m sure my neighbors are speaking to 911. a wolf had sushi and a worm crawled out his tail.
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