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.
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pochita's Lab
Information
- pochita has 2035 creatures
- Joined at 4:03 am, 24/08/2020
- Previously known as nilihism
Achievements
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 | his sun bleached my skin | |
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 | all the angels wait | |
 | put your hands up and run | |
 | the bitterness in goodbye | |
 | dinner with your worst nightmare | |
 | know this -- i know nothing | |
 | tongues across bursting seams | |
 | can you give me some direction | |
 | i was your prey, carnivore | |
 | decay is a form of love | |
 | ii. survived a bear attack | |
 | you took my heart and ate it | |
 | you were further from it | |
 | i'm begging you to slow down | |
 | let me be alone now | |
 | don't think i wanna be found | |
 | completely lost | |
 | i think i've had enough | |
 | want me some chicken tenders | |
 | ii. are you scared, its ok | |
 | manic pixie dreamgirl | |
 | a red hue turns blue | |
 | nothing to lay to rest but you | |
 | i bleed divinity | |
 | locked into a bad ending | |
 | the exalted one | |
 | i'm no sweet dream | |
 | but i'm a hell of a night | |
 | a record of the wreckage | |
 | brb after the commerical break | |
 | is that a jojo reference | |
 | WHATEVER -- I'M OVER IT | |
 | left in your afterglow | |
 | sun-touched desires | |
 | carve galaxies into the wood | |
 | i'll blow your mongrel mind | |
 | ii. ichor oozing out of veins | |
 | wanna stick my hand in lava | |
 | feeling cold couldn't save me | |
 | whispers waltz around dreams | |
 | never forgive never forget | |
 | prioritize the most important | |
 | pineapple pizza aint bad | |
 | just shut up and hold me | |
 | taste of your poison paradise | |
 | the light, forgotten | |
 | ii. liar, liar | |
 | pineapples are in my head | |
 | from which loveliness arises | |
 | correspondence, a fiction |
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