Crusade/Freak
Norwoods
Joined October 2025
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HowlingKnight retweeted
A beautiful idea. Haunting. "I've kept more promises than I made" is pure poetry. But no one is going to enjoy that, no one treasures it, so he's forced to keep talking about how some 55 year old senator has a super tight and fuckable ass.
HowlingKnight retweeted
Ive been dealing with psychic turmoil with the release of the Elizabeth Holmes documentary and the revelation that I had been having an affair with her husband. Ive used the medium of AI rap video to work through this: this is my trauma. (Made with SLOPCANNON)
HowlingKnight retweeted
Stepped out into the woods with Knight for a quick sidequest. We met a dark elf. "Niggas this a robbery" he said. I had the cage of prematurity equipped so I zapped him with a lightning bolt.
🤖 Made with AI
HowlingKnight retweeted
She skipped over the bear and chose the dog. White women are never beating the allegations.
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HowlingKnight retweeted
I was hesitant when she first mentioned the bull, but seeing her blindfolded and writhing with lust, I’ve never felt less a fool. An eternity of ecstasy is written on her face, forever transfixed, as the Minotaur’s spear length phallus blooms through her cervix.
HowlingKnight retweeted
I wore Velcro shoes in 6th grade and one of the Black 8th graders saw them and shouted “This nigga got retard shoes on.”
HowlingKnight retweeted
My date rants about her ex and “typical male dishonesty.” So I tell her the truth: I have been practicing this conversation in the mirror for eleven days and I still don’t know what to do with my hands.
HowlingKnight retweeted
If you’re dating a girl that says the n-word or has any RW beliefs that go deeper than surface level disgust for things you’re actually not dating her. If you’re lucky you’re really dating her dad but more likely you’re dating a blob made of the tiny shards of every guy it fucked
HowlingKnight retweeted
Pentagram drawn in mine own blood. Candles flicker at each end.
Sulfurous script spoken slow
gifting flesh to carnal sin.
She strikes me a like bolt from below.
Infernal form absent lines;
one long unending S,
teasing ever towards the mound
I’ll reap my final bliss.
A fool’s face reflected in amber eyes.
Her lips let slip a grin.
A moment’s reprieve from only me.
“I think that we should just be friends.”