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[tswizzlenumber1]

guess who’s going around doing some things to some pictures of a CEO of some artificial food companyyyy

-chalky!!!

can’t submit pictures in anon :(

I SHOULD NOT LAUGH THAT IS MY COWORKER I SHOULD NOT LAUGH

HA, HA! THAT IS AMAZING, MY FRIEND!

[tswizzlenumber1]

Like the witch hunts or the Red Scare or that time when the silly mustache man didn’t retreat in Russian winter or sieges or order 9066. They’re fear-driven. And if they screw up too much, the Big Heavenly Kahuna of really any pantheon restarts the world.

and even if they do advance, they’re only allowed to advance as long as far as they’re supposed to! the falling of Rome and the fire in the Library of Alexandria are a few examples. I really liked Rome. They had a big trash river :(.

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

[tswizzlenumber1]

Yeah, humans are weird most of the time. They’re also usually so stuck in their ways that by the time they realize something’s unhealthy or dangerous, it’s too late. Like… me! Or diet culture, or global warming, or capitalism.

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

It’s not the dying; it’s the achievement of beauty standards that were previously unattainable. Dying is just a side effect! It’s called an eating disorder.

I’ll do it for you, don’t worry!

I’m good at what I do? Y- Yeah, I am! Thanks!!

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

WHEEEEZE

NOW I KNOW WHY HE LOVES ENGLISH SO MUCH

Actually your society is the freaks for shooting everything that moves and burning half your "nature reserves" every year so that upperclass dandies can eat leaded pheasant. North Americans are the well adjusted ones here, your country has become a desolate suburban lawn in island form

[tswizzlenumber1]

I mean, it wasn’t that hard. The poor things are constantly starving and poor. I just offered them better jobs and a gift card for an ice cream place.

How would Fam know if you did? He’s too busy doing his whole CHOW thing and pretending he’s the best.

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

I do~!

they took out a few posters and a few books from a designer bag that had trended a few years back. it was covered in dirt with a plastic bag fluttering off the straps, and, of course, white under all that dirt. they were covered in childish scribbles, with mustaches and insults and halos abound.

I hate him. I brought some more if you wanna join in too!

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

they took a donut and set it to the side of themselves, for later. they smiled.

I’m working at the nuclear power plant in this town. It’s called Uranium City, after all. I’ve also been fucking with Famine by defaming the pictures of him on his books and products and stuff.

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

they took a little bottle of some gray substance from their pocket and poured it into their glass, mixing it. they sipped at it, smiling after.

mm. uranium.

so… how was your day? I don’t really know how to do small talk, and I just want this to be good, I guess? I’m gonna shut up.

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

they do a joking little bow before waltzing through, willing together a ‘picnic’. it was really just a tattered, raggedy sheet of cloth spread in front of the dumpster with the boxes set out in addition to a large, dirty old pitcher of mead (the mead was completely fine) and two stained, cracked glass cups.

the flies seemed to buzz louder at the sight of their Lord, happy to see them if flies could process happiness. sludge leaked from an abandoned car nearby. Pollution sat.

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

I think the garbage would be best. All that waste and filth… beautiful.

People were still staring and trying to make it look like they weren’t. it was rather cute.

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

They took it and smiled brightly, a thank you evident in their face as everyone quickly began trying not to stare as they ordered. the employee ringing them up got a big tip as well as the feeling that something was very very wrong in this donut shop; something about the eyes of the person that was ordering and the inordinate amount of flies. however, they weren’t paid enough to care too much.

they returned, grinning just as bright, with several boxes of donuts precariously balanced on one hand.

where do you wanna sit?

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

If people indulge more , that means there’s less greed because prices on things are lower. If people indulge less, then prices are higher and they need to work to pay those prices. It’s always a function, a kind of seesaw thing. One goes up, other goes down. Regardless of how it goes, people always dispose of waste without a care in the world. Mam can be… a little pompous sometimes. He’s a bitch, but he’s one of my favorite bitches. Anyway…

I’m thinking maybe Darren Woods? The fuck stole my idea, dumped a lot of oil into the Gulf of Mexico. No artistry, no guile! Just… mistakes. Bleh. Or maybe that American president, it’d be funny to put him into more debt. Or Martin Waters - i wanna get back at Raven.

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

you, Mam, and I are like… the trifecta of human consumption. that, and whoever came up with social media. it’s all about money for the corporations, so they make stuff cheap and tasty to attract and hook customers, and all about feeling good for the consumers, cause their lives are abysmal cause the 1% hoard all the wealth so they need to work their lives away to just live and then their limited free time is spent trying to feel happy - then the corps want more money and the people keep craving that high and then there’s a giant garbage island in the middle of the Pacific. and it’s alllll because of us!

usually I love waste, but not with donuts. :(. atleast it feeds all your little guys! they deserve donuts too. :(

speaking of donuts, let’s go get some! I’m thinking three of everything. and then we can go eat by the dumpsters! yippe!

a wrinkled, dirty letter that could’ve been made of a greased up fast food wrapper dancing alone in a gutter somewhere floated gracefully down from… the gross, almost broken ceiling, landing safely in what is most likely the fifteen cup of coffee of the work day. the ochre liquid soaked the already ink-splotched letter. the thing smelled of gasoline and forest fires in addition to broken dying dreams and somehow radiation. the text inside the letter, somehow not destroyed by the coffee, was sloppy yet legible, with grease stains and charcoal smears all over. it read:

To Prince

To The Esteeme

To Lord

To Bee!!!!!!!:

hi hi!!!! it’s Pol! I tried to be all diplomatic and fancy but I have no clue how to write letters so I gave up. I wrote this to tell you that I wanna have our donut-gossip day! I’ve been trying to be haha pun diplomatic and do this the ‘proper’ way and I got so caught up in demon ‘rules’ and how to be polite and formal and stuff that I didn’t even write the actual letter! I said ‘screw it’, threw the books in a grease fire, grabbed a wrapper on my way out, and started writing! so hi! uhhhh

I wanna have our us day! that’s what I’m writing to ask! I wanna ask if you wanna come and have fun with me! yeah! we’re gonna eat and relax and scare mortals and piss of Famine and gossip and it’s gonna be great! yeah! so yeah uh do you wanna come?

yeah that’s it! Thats the letter! love u!!!!

XOXOX

Pollution AKA Weiss, Chalky, Third Horseman, Albus, Nonbinary Icon, Etc

*they pulled out the letter from the coffee, said something which was probably, certainly, blasphemous and then read it*

*they looked around, shrugged and teleported to where Pollution was headed, hoping not to emerge in front of a human headed for a smoke break, or they'd have to do paperwork about why a humab saw them emergibg from the ground in the back of a dunkin donuts later on*

[tswizzlenumber1]

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Posted May 18, 2024.