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Santa reprimanding his elves (there isn’t enough Christmas spirit)
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Can you make an Adam lanza getting stomped on stimboard
adam lanza getting stomped on stimboard ꒷꒦
(drawing made by my friend pilot i think)
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A portion of a lost CulturalPhilistine video has been found!
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This girl in my class found my drawing on the floor
What if I do it
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Every time I get on tomodachi there is ALWAYS something wrong with Adam.
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I Could Be a Good Mother… ࿐ ࿔*:・゚༄
on the morning of your death, i was no older than the children you slaughtered.
if i was your mother — as the broadcasts rolled in — the depictions of parents huddling around each other in seek of companionship would not bring me sorrow: in fact, these images would have never existed.
in my mind’s eye, you are still short and stocky, a young boy with an unpredictable mind that never finds itself silent. you’re still feeding the ducks and drinking juice and coloring your pictures and doing things children do because, in this reality, your childhood was never extended longer than it needed to be.
guns were never mixed into your infancy. your pain was taken seriously. and, as you grew, you were treated like an adult, because i was your mother.
even in death, the infantilization you faced from your true mother follows you. your existence is viewed by those who study you as nothing but a child who could not take care of himself; the world is too violent for you to face alone lest it’s caused by the hands of other tortured young men such as yourself.
but if i was your mother, you would have known what it was to feel loved without needing to wield a firearm. you would be a wonderful young man, one who did not need to fire a bullet to finally reach his mother, bullet fragments piercing the flesh that once gave him life, saying, “i’m hurt, mom. i’m hurt, and you never took me seriously.”
but i wasn’t your mother. i wasn’t your mother, and you had to learn the hardness of the world on your lonesome. i wasn’t your mother, and the only way you felt at home was with a gun between your arms. i wasn’t your mother, and now other mothers have to grieve the carnage you left behind.
but not your mother. never your mother.
i will never be your mother, and you will never be saved from your own infancy.
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