Mark Sinclair Vincent Saint Agnes von Lichtenschtein

Showing posts with label cats go where they want. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats go where they want. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 10, 2022

When I Was a Young

My People make their memorings of the joys that is myself.
Ever have I been a small plush god who must remind them of their inferiorness.
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