when beyonce said during the “4” era:
…i felt that shit with the highest of keys.
am an artist who is sensitive about his shit.
my thoughts are magic and my fingers are my wand.
i try to bring the foxhole into my inner depths with how i’m feeling/what i’m going through.
i have a dope support base and tribe in the foxhole who keeps me on my toes.
so i like to do creative shit on my ig stories.
it is a spot i can really let my fur down and express myself even further.
one of the foxholers alerted me to something that bugged me…
it’s tough to date in 2019.
you gotta risk getting ghosted or killed.
i’ve met a lot of vixens who had some luck meeting fine wolves,
but it’s always some issue within the gay forests.
so on an app called “tagged”,
a hyena used it as an opportunity to be absolutely evil.
this is what he did down in houston via “houston chronicle“…
folks still out here catfishing?
i thought that was a thing of the past.
with snapchat and insta-snap,
i’m shocked that is even still going on.
well a straight wolf got caught up in a catfish-uation that went left.
i mean someone nearly had a few bullets in their tails.
an f-bi sent me the story via daily mail…
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