Welcome to my Myspace profile guys

The internal revenue demons have no control over me.

Imagine if you could jump in real life, I would jump all the time.
I miss my wife, Tails.

Bones was here, however, I could not let him leave this place alive.

Walking tall machine gun man

Having abs and unprocessed trauma is litterally peak masculinity
I left it all behind, except my issues

In the eternal words of Zyzz “we’re all gonna make it, brahs”


I need Choso on my bed, whimpering and vulnerable. Crying out my name continuously as he looks up at me with a scared, delicate, and loving gaze. I want him to know who he belongs to as he bounces up and down repeatedly going faster and fast as time goes on. Not able to do anything but obey me and the strings tied around his wrists making sure he doesn’t escape. I want him to scream my name audibly until he loses his voice. I want him to push himself so hard he can’t walk for weeks. I want the slapping sound of skin to echo though the room.