how to stop a mantis-mech. or mantech.
Harold seemed to have a content life. He got coffee at the diner by his house everyday at roughly 4:30 pm, and though he seemed to enjoy the routine of the almost ritualistic life that old people everywhere craved, deep down inside, he dreamed of vaginas long past.
turned my broken bed itno a japanese style-ground manga station. its done wonders for productivity, since I dont have the excuse that all my supplies are so far away.
I’ve got a stack of some terrible-quality comics for sale, message me if you want one!
(its the first 33 pages of starmaps)
read it in print like you aughta, or be a douche and read it and more, for free here: