YOU ARE IN THE MIDNIGHT DESERT

IT IS ENDLESS. WHERE YOU EXPECTED THE LIVELY SOUNDS OF DISTANT REVELRY, THERE IS ONLY A HOT BREEZE THROUGH LOW, GRAY SCRUBGRASS. THE DUNES STRETCH OUT FOR EONS. THE MOON IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN, WITH THE ONLY ILLUMINATION A FAINT AND INDETERMINATE BRIGHTNESS FROM THE SKY ITSELF. THE DEEP ORANGE SAND TURNS, IN YOUR MIND'S FLINCH FROM SHADOW, TO SCORCHED BLACK GLASS— AND YOU BEGIN TO FEEL… A RUMBLING…

ahhh the cactus so
pain on my dick

+ do not go to the junkyard if you have tender eyes
+ you cannot get into the city so stop trying
+ look the exact nature of the midnight desert is a mystery so don't even worry about it okay
+ here's what's important for you to know about Me
+ jackalope fursona
+ dogmouthed doe
+ they/she pronouns
+ kicked dog with rabies
+ literally* neurotypical and a major
+ saw someone call isopods cringe the other day
+ kissable freak
+ got a rack like a junkyard hound
+ tip: boby do it
+ and yeah i'm in like some fucking fencepost shack or whatever