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
 | at the end of the day always fight back | |
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 | it's so usual, it's so predictable | |
 | reshape my whole heart | |
 | can't even breathe in | |
 | down in my beast heart i build an empire | |
 | eight pointed stars in your eyes | |
 | i attribute my death not to you | |
 | love when dreams have messages | |
 | oh yay you're lovely | |
 | ii. proto-casadisto | |
 | enjoys the buzz of air conditioners | |
 | we can't go any further | |
 | a truce begging to break | |
 | we're not really strangers | |
 | lovely apocalyptic weather we've having | |
 | moonbeams to flare and combust | |
 | sunrays to freeze and shatter | |
 | to this thing we keep | |
 | necessary rejection | |
 | less than empty | |
 | it's such a funny thing to explain | |
 | thia baby can hold so much soup | |
 | for those we can yet save | |
 | for those we have lost | |
 | the depths where souls and stars rest | |
 | fantasies are only gentle diseases | |
 | shepherd to stars in the dark | |
 | nest of pillows for our secrets | |
 | fear of true endings | |
 | what comes after won't be worth it | |
 | wherever you walk, fate shall surely follow | |
 | at duty's end we will meet again | |
 | all i did was utter your name | |
 | choosing stillness over failure | |
 | a chorus sung down your neck | |
 | uppercase whispering | |
 | shirk is mitigation |