Frogs and Cats. The Squid's Pen.

[foreignpetals]

Her head looked down onto the operation, nailed to the hanging lamp, my only conscious light source. The street lights shone through the tiny outlook encrusted with decades of collected dust and arachnid’s webs. Scattered throughout the flat were papers, all penned notes kept from first year anatomy

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[shiningclothes]

I began labeling the organs accordingly with painted pins. The colored pencil sketches and diagrams were of no use, however. Her heart wasn’t exactly sky blue when I finally found it.

you're the cat's meow. come play.

Some suits are too tight for that fat body of yours.

[unburiable]

Speaking of how your chest rather resembles the coat rack of a party that’s out in a barn because the family’s so huge and they have all seen each other minus the clothes, I suppose it would not be too inordinate to point out a few errors in your directive

Sailboats aren't even as wide as your frame.

[unburiable]

Wow. That's a pretty useless comment to make, don't you think? Mind keeping your nose out of the Foreignpetals Contemporaries?

My hair looks nice; what's your deal?

[miss_ladybug]

The cat's meow, huh?

Wow, that's pretty crazy. Is it anything like the bees knees, you fucking idiot?