My mom's face gives birth to cornecopias of eggs that hatch your little quip into being. You fart out the right color for this painting. Somewhere a frog is disturbed. The smell of lavender lingerings in the air.
Covering over the smell of ...something greasy.
Collab with J.T. Prater
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Gibbermagash
I feel like it should be named slumber party :/
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BEECH247
Slumber party with colon creme.
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Gibbermagash
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