JazzFLASH @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

I'M HERE TO SUCK AND FUCK YOUR MUSCULAR PUSSY I'M HERE TO SUBMIT TO YOUR STEROID MOMMY MUSCLE PUSSY WITH LEGS SO THICC I AM YOUR PUSSY SLAVE

A wolfhook is how people used to hunt wolves. A metal z shaped hook was buried in a chunk of meat and left out for a wolf to find, the hook would be tied down so once the wolf swallowed it would get stuck. Humans, and wolves, have no respect for life, and no honor.

Ripping the villains racist, bigoted, evil, death worshipping, warring, anti white, anti black, anti asian, anti human, anti life, asshole out with fishhooks. Shove the fishhooks up there then yank em out.

Have you ever hunted before? Did you hunt alone or in a group? Was it food hunting or game hunting? My grandfather was the last sane person in the family I think, everyone after him were package people, pets who ate boxed food. He would go out hunting for things like woodchuck, he would fish, he had no qualms about killing and eating them. My grandfather must not have had psychopaths around to fuck with his head and tell him how wrong he was about everything, I'm sure he encountered dickbags but they never broke him. He died. Seemingly unfulfilled, but maybe he was. I hope he was. I hope when I die I feel fulfilled. I wonder if the animals felt fulfilled in the moment before they felt a lightning bolt shoot through their body. And for what? A meal. A dinner. Food. My food. Our food. My mouth, our mouths, our bodies, feeding, enriching, on the life of another, because without, we would die. In the winter when there's no veg, we would die, we would be trapped and we would die. So we were forced, forced to eat meat. But now, the meat has become part of our lives, endless, endless meat. Screams forever. Cradle to grave. No more hunting. Only grinding.

I just woke up fedi frens, want some coffee?

Lgf who thinks your eczema is an std and you have to convince her it's just eczema

Me after getting you pregnant for a while: Sorry for getting you nice and pregnant

If someone walked in and knew my while life story all I would be able to do would be to accept it and ask what they want, and if they don't tell me what they want I have to accept that too, and move from there. Life is about acceptance.