pochita's lab
A deep breath is drawn as you approach the door in front of you. With a gentle push, the door glides open and you are welcomed into a space that seems uncharacteristic of a scientist-- soft, pastel colors adorn the area around you as you are greeted by a towering, white Senfina Krizo. The beast warbles at you before lazily lumbering off to it's resting place. As your eyes re-focus, you notice how cluttered of a workspace this is. It might be better to come back later.
Information
- pochita has 2051 creatures
- Joined on August 24th, 2020
Achievements
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a clear contract has been breached | |
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a decision that began on a stone's throw | |
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a dream wearing flesh | |
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a gem better left unshapen | |
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a passion welling within | |
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a roomba for the ages! | |
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addicted to the panic | |
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all castles crumble someday | |
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all it did was burn a little | |
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all mortality is relative | |
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and the dawn would bring us back together | |
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at least i laugh at my own jokes | |
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been searching for forty-five reasons | |
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breaking moons open for you | |
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bullet through parchment | |
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citrus-flavored pterosaur | |
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FOREVER - FOREVER - FOREVER | |
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held together by ungratefulness | |
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hollowing out a hunger | |
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i hear the sirens closing in | |
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i hope you fall apart when you think of me | |
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i lift my eyes and all is born again | |
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I SHUDDER WHEN I THINK I MIGHT NOT BE HERE | |
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i think you think too much of me | |
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i will be better than this | |
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i'll only say it to you once | |
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i'm never opening your present | |
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i've got my teeth in you | |
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ii. a heartbeat drives you mad | |
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ii. a smile better suits a hero | |
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ii. i love my pink scarf | |
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ii. omen of coming ruin | |
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ii. something in the hate | |
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iii. danger lives and danger breathes | |
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iii. desires of the milky way | |
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iii. emotion scrapbook | |
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iii. i swallowed a star | |
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iii. ordering a parrot to go | |
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iii. you weren't there to hear it | |
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ink-tipped wings of evening skies | |
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iv. i can say i wanted it more than you did | |
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KNEEL AND PRAY FOR ME | |
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mango smoothie type of day | |
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melodies for rotting corpses | |
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melt stone into honey | |
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nineteen spades, endless reflections | |
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NOT DEAD YET | |
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often moments away from snapping | |
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on seas and continents and islands | |
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pining for a life you never had the chance at |