for ur site . all the shits i usei dont remember wher i got the base code for this layout from i SUKCCC if anybody out ther knos pls lmk so i can add credit TY
last update : [ 23.04.2023 ]
for as long as i cld remember i've loved making avis of my [ perceived ] self whethr in dress-up games wen i was a baby on my dad's fat office computer shoutsout girlsgogames i miss yew or in video games or in any other capacity . i associate myself with very specific things , which obvs translates into my avis lawl ; angel wings [ peep my half-sleeve hehe ], halos, soft bows, girly colors , crowns , sparkles .. in my fantasy-reality wher i spawn in a customization screen these r all facets of my appearance but on this planet virtual characters will just have 2 do ;
What was it? Did a meteor fall down? Was it a visit by citizens of the vast space? So or otherwise in our little country appeared, the greatest miracle of miracles – the ZONE. We sent troops immediately, they did not come back. Then we surrounded the ZONE with police cordons... and, I suppose, that was the right thing to do... actually, I don’t know, I don’t know...
A picnic. Picture a forest, a country road, a meadow. Cars drive off the country road into the meadow, a group of young people get out carrying bottles, baskets of food, transistor radios, and cameras. They light fires, pitch tents, turn on the music. In the morning they leave. The animals, birds, and insects that watched in horror through the long night creep out from their hiding places. And what do they see? Old spark plugs and old filters strewn around... Rags, burnt-out bulbs, and a monkey wrench left behind... And of course, the usual mess—apple cores, candy wrappers, charred remains of the campfire, cans, bottles, somebody’s handkerchief, somebody’s penknife, torn newspapers, coins, faded flowers picked in another meadow.