I HAVE LITERALLY THE WORST MOIRAIL IN THE ENTIRETY OF MOIRALLEGIANCE AS A WHOLE. IF YOU COULD STACK YOUR USELESS WASTE OF MOIRAIL UP IN COMPARISON TO HOW MINE IS, YOU’D PROBABLY GAIN A GOLD OLYPMIC MEDAL FOR HAVING THE GREATEST MOIRAIL OF ALL TIME.
NOT ONLY IS HE AS TALL AS A MOUNTAIN, HE’S ALSO SKINNER THAN FUCKING SLENDER MAN. HELL, IF HE DRESSED UP AS SLENDER MAN, HE’D PROBABLY SCARE THE DICKENS OUT OF HIM. EVERY FUCKING WIGGLER WOULD NO LONGER HAVE ANY FEAR, FOR MY GODDAMN PAINTED SAVOIR WOULD BE THERE.
HE’S NOT EVEN A SAVIOR, HE’S A PIECE OF SHIT.
AND I LOVE HIM.
GOD, HE’S RIDICULOUS IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORD. HIS FACE IS SCARRED UP FROM HIS OWN RIDICULOUS FAILURES, AND HE THINKS HE’S HILARIOUS LIKE SOME RIDICULOUS REJECT OF A CLOWN. NOT ONLY THAT, BUT HE CONSTANTLY BRINGS UP BLOOD COLOR LIKE THAT’S A THING THAT EVEN *MATTERS* ANYMORE, AND THINKS HE’S THIS ‘OH SO SPECTACULAR’ SET OF MESSIAHS IN ONE BODY.
HE’S JUST AN UNDULATING ASSHOLE IN OVER SIZED, UNWASHED, NASTY PANTS, TRYING TO MAKE UP FOR THE FACT THAT NOBODY HAS EVER CONSIDERED HIM SIGNIFICANT BUT ME AND HIS DEAD FLUSH CRUSH IN ALL OF THE SWEEPS THAT WE’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER.
BUT IT’S MY SWORN DUTY TO MAKE HIM FEEL LIKE LESS OF AN INSIGNIFICANT BASTARD, AND AS MUCH AS I CAN’T STAND HIM, HE’S MY INSIGNIFICANT BASTARD. I LIKE TO THINK THAT MAYBE WITH HIM I CAN ACCOMPLISH SOMETHING THAT I WASN’T ABLE TO DO WITH THE OTHERS ON THE ROCK.
Y’KNOW, THE ONES WHO OFF AND DIED.
I CAN STOP HIM FROM KILLING ANYONE ELSE. I CAN STOP HIM FROM BEING JUST ANOTHER HIGHBLOOD WHO SNAPPED. MAYBE I CAN, WITH MY OWN ABILITY, BRING HIM BACK TO HIMSELF. NOT THIS SELF, BUT THE LIGHTHEARTED GUY HE WAS BEFORE.
LIGHTHEARTED WITHOUT THE ABILITY TO MAKE SOMEONE ELSE LIGHTHEADED, I MEAN.
AND BY LIGHTHEADED, I MEAN DECAPITATED.
HAHA.
YEAH.
PROBABLY NOT.
haha yeah man i was sort of up in some kind of unmirthful frenzy before you all came along.
BUT SEE, NOW I AM OFF FOR THE MOTHERFUCKING BETTER,
cause you came at me with some paphappy hands and a snapshoosh what to be getting me right the fuck calmed down.
DID A REAL GOOD JOB AT THAT, MY BERRYBLOODED BROTHER.
with your most wickelicious of motherfucking colors.
OH.
shit man.
NOT TO BE UH, MENTIONING AT WHAT HEMOS YOU HAVE THE POSSESSION OF BEING UNDER, THAT IS.
just that.
MAN YOU ARE THE GREATEST FUCKER A BROTHER COULD EVER JAM AT.
not in a rhymeways cause you are not the fucking sorts about that shit but,
IN A WAY WHERE YOU PILE UP ALL YOUR PROBLEMS IN A HARSHEAP TO BE HASHED ALL THE FUCK OUT.
love you, bro.
