Hello comrades!
Here's whatever shit that I publish.
And now, a haiku:
My belly button
Smells a lot like garlic bread
It's really kind of gross
The end.
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Stories by Napalm Nubbins
By the Hammer!
Another Viking based poem that happened at, like, I think 1:00 in the morning. Seriously, I think I've got in...
The dawn that they never saw
Late at night, a boy got bored. That boy is me, with my weird obsession with fucking Vikings. so here's somet...
