"See? You get it. Damn the morality of it all."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

// when the pinned tweet is the most recent

"Well y'ain't cuttin' this body open. I need it for a while."

Fuck y'all I'm goin' to vegas to pickpocket and gamble.

"Ya' don't gotta say anything about it. It's you we're talkin' about."

"You-- literally fuckin' ask to cut me open every time you see me."

"Well I've been /tryin'/ to get your tall ass in bed but clearly you ain't an easy fella." No filter. No filter on this one.

giri is a proud sinner and I love it

"Well excuse the hell outta me if maybe I was tryin' to be a little more classy than that."

"Decision's already been made. I wanna tear ya' right outta that dorky labcoat~."

"Oh?" She stepped in closer, smug grin becoming prominent on her features. "You've thought about it, haven't ya'~?"

// this verse is like herpes. It never fully goes away and it has occasional flare ups.

What a peaceful day. It would be a shame if someone... Ah, nevermind.

I wake up every morning and choose to be a nuisance.

// I see new accounts popping up but my timeline is dead. What gives?

S'up, fuckers.

Ugh. This place is fucking dry.

oh fuck. they're out in the open again.

// not me figuring out how to make a better pinned