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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 | shipwrecked love story | |
|---|---|---|
 | no, i'm not your daydream | |
 | keep waiting for love to swallow me up | |
 | fleeting skies and fading lies | |
 | no rules baby no rules | |
 | hellhound's plumage | |
 | where ever you thought you went | |
 | the moon's loveless grasp | |
 | shame and grief but mostly shame | |
 | the b-side of the point | |
 | crucify your lover | |
 | despite all my rage | |
 | opalescent teeth to eat you with | |
 | upset the wrong people in my travels | |
 | of radiance and fantasy | |
 | pave the road to paradise | |
 | with hurricane and thunder | |
 | rock n roll recess | |
 | achy brachy heart | |
 | it's over and done with | |
 | it's impossible to ignore you | |
 | but what if i want it | |
 | say goodbye on your way out | |
 | i demand you stop speaking words | |
 | together we will ride the sun | |
 | all i am anymore is tired | |
 | where the horizon meets the mountains | |
 | set yourself on fire to light up the room | |
 | you're so otherworldly | |
 | there's no room in paradise city | |
 | bro be quiet i'm hacking into the matrix | |
 | cool im sickjealous again | |
 | tragically flawed, beautifully designed | |
 | running town with the villains on my list | |
 | the quiver in your bones | |
 | WHEN - WE - ROLL - UP -- SHAKEDOWN | |
 | HEATSTROKE - BRING THE FIRE | |
 | invited to a feast only to be fed scraps | |
 | preaches to the choir | |
 | teach me about the stars | |
 | i want you to know it cut to the bone | |
 | we created the feeling from nothing | |
 | path paved with burned bridges | |
 | running around leaving scars | |
 | you liken me to a vampire | |
 | we'll see creation come undone | |
 | these bones that bound us will be gone | |
 | we'll stir our spirits till we're one | |
 | then, soft as shadows, we'll be gone | |
 | a love worth burying |
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