i came home to find this drawing from aaron on the floor. he said i could have it. i love him. i love bear skulls.
do not steal this picture or i kill you and aaron kills you. or you give us money. then we don’t kill you.
oh, and i forgot to show everyone the picture an artist drew for us in exchange for a “trade” of a decorated change purse (cursive “bad motherfucker” and “forever starts now GIIIIRL”) that we threw organic substances (leaves, dirt) and change (nickels, pennies) into. what a bargain.
louisa & i = skeletor.