I was put up to it.
Lifeinmomoiro: - Few things in this world stuck out as being remarkable. Screw that. Everything did. Because this place was flipping weird. Things that shouldn't talk, did...and even MORE strange, everyone had HAIR. REAL HAIR. Well, that never
Lifeinmomoiro: stopped this hulk of a golden afro from sheerly dazzling the eyes of nearby passerbys. Even if this place was kinda dim. To say the least. So, that meant that the rather angular sunglasses that sat on this man's rather angular face
Lifeinmomoiro: weren't needed. BUT WHEN DID THAT MATTER!? It didn't. No, it didn't....It didn't matter. At any rate, the usual strut carried him through the town; brown boots hitting the ground and pushing him forward with each step. Where? God
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Lifeinmomoiro: knows. Not that it mattered of course, but those glasses kinda made the darkness darker. So yeah, he kinda stepped on weird things...almost tripped over stuff, so what!? Who cares when your hair shimmers like the sun and manly
Lifeinmomoiro: muscles ripple from beneath your fly, cyan, button-up shirt. Noone, that's who. Noone if they know what's good for them. But was there a poing for any of this? Was there a reason why such a stunning an incredibly handsome charater
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Lifeinmomoiro: might light this dim, dark world with such a glowing presence? It could be pondered endlessly, but the result; the final epiphany would always be the same... No. -
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