You’d never know it, but I like grubs and caterpillars.
The kindest thing someone has ever dome for me is kill a grub by tying it to a firework.
It’s not a vacation unless there are squishy little creepers.
Something my pet thinks about me is why I never stop mumbling about total pupae death.
I’m in my element when I’m committing arthropod genocide.
I could stay up on all talking about what is contained within the rubbery walls of a grub’s body.
In my friend group, I’m the one who can’t stop talking about innards and organs.
Before we meet, you should listen to the sound of grubs burning in a crackling fireplace.
Where I go when I want to feel a little more like myself is back to the earth.
An award my family would give me is Most Likely to Put Grubs in a Blender.

they call me king cream

You'll be hearing from my arbiters. I'll be seeing you at the table.

making a control deck and naming it lovense just for you honey buns with oatmeal and grits and cinnamon sugar on top

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