Strungarden

This is what I put my mold through

You make my Rice Pink and Cute but It reminds me of the movie that traumatized me as a child where a man gets choked by a malevolent red fried rice

Are you the one that's been sending me Evil Grinnign Faces in my head. Please stop

If all the murderous intents of people who have walked on this earthen soil are concentrated into one being. Will humanity achieve peace by slaying the monster? It is small, with sharpened pupils and an ear-piercing scream. Fear beckons you to chop it down-- Before its too late. Pin the blame on The One, a temporary relieve that it is gone! Beyond the celebratory and cheers, the destructive plans of the system continue its ruin. And the next being who harbors such evil, will be executed... (But how do they know? It's only a guess, a distraction)

Everyone I meet knows this game and it's thanks to me

I applaud them at being a good examplatory of the ideal bum life

Innate desire to be washed away, gets a headache instead

I owe you everything

You could really benefit in having less bones for me to eat. Don't run now

I colored in my graphs and it didn't make my life any better

There is a reason why everything is the way it is, for example: I was born Indonesian, that's the pitiful punchline

I hope I'll never be tired of you as long as I live dear sweet fruit

Nobody Understands me and my Cornstalk

Peculiar specimen of meat and buns. If you take away the buns and replace it with everyday wheat bread, is it still a burger? How far can you break the essentials...? When the bits of grease cries down onto the plate, one by one you take each piece into your careless hands from this carefully crafted form... it relinquishes in its glory when every components have been placed back together. How many times can someone do this until it's form have deformed beyond recognition? I also like pickles in my burger