what the fuck

In the near future, everyone will eventually know the meaning behind this.

@modder: came back from the dead to post a SENECA ARG

i say dis^

@modder:

holy raisin what is this

I see

Why is Soytan being petted and who is doing this what's going on

the soystein files

>THIS IS JUST LIKE LE HECKIN EPSTIEN FILES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@Chud²: magagroyperdiddy leaking at stinkywanger's astute, relevant, topical and poignant connection

rip soy tan

Snca

This is just like my heckin bone chilling spine tingling analog horrors

purged cognitohazardous material

the lost'stein files

SNENCA dust

SECA GLITTER

Personally I flushed pornography I drew but that's cool

poopson being destroyed

@Chud:

@Chud: fun fact! did you know that peter scully mightve played in a niche experimental rock band? The orchestra of skin and bone is an australian band formed and dissolved in the mid 80s. On one of their records is a credit for one Peter Scully, though it was never officially confirmed, the bands city of origin (Melbourne) and the time of release (which would place the Scully we know in his 20s at the time) makes it quite possible that it is the case.

antiswarthy made this

@Chud⁵: shut up garf

@Ghostguy338: why is this guy banned

@antiswarthy: is your little homosexual relationship with garf falling apart?

@Chud⁶: no I just say things like that to ragebait him
It's just a habit now

@NemanjaVidih:
"vandalizing" tags like variant:vlodraisin to nas:vlodraisin

@antiswarthy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OL5HIApQXrY

i think op's a minor

@Chud⁸: sybau trevor

@Chud⁹: sybau underage albanian uttp shroomdiddy

@Chud¹⁰: leaky

In Loving Memory of Jimbo

We gather with heavy hearts to remember Jimbo. A man who lived simply but left a lasting mark on those who truly saw him. Short in stature and chubby in frame, he resided in a modest hut, lived on his own terms, and walked through life with a spirit that was raw, real, and entirely his.
Of African descent, Jimbo cherished his roots and found deep joy in the bold, comforting flavors of Afro cuisine. Meals with him were more than sustenance-they were expressions of love, memory, and identity. Food was one of the many ways he kept his culture close, and he shared it generously.
He was a person of contradictions-gentle but blunt, quiet but unforgettable. He bore a scent that many found hard to ignore-earthy, unapologetic, and part of the unfiltered truth he carried in every aspect of his life. Jimbo did not pretend. He was who he was.
Tragically, Jimbo died by suicide. We do not pretend to understand the weight he carried, nor the pain that brought him to that moment. But we do know this: he mattered. His life, in all its complexity, was worthy of love, compassion, and remembrance.
Let us not define him by how he left us, but remember him for how he lived-with honesty, depth, cultural pride, and a stubborn refusal to be anyone but himself. May we carry forward his memory not only with sorrow, but with tenderness and truth.
Rest peacefully, Jimbo.
You were seen. You are missed. You are loved.

geg

soytan WON