Username: MxClandestineCS ID: 1084342I'm Crafting with Puffin!Submission: Submission Description: Hello, World!Wow! Look at that! New, computer in a jar!
Shake it up to truly surf the web!
Oh no, it's bluescreening. Just turn it on and off again.
I'm sure it'll be alright.
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PuffinFrenzy🍹✨🍻✨Rhoi Diod!|Give a Drink!✨🍻✨🍹About My Entry:A drink based off of the
Formula from
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde- popularly referred to a "
HJ-7", as it is called in the musical adaptation. It's a novella I very much enjoy, and one of my favorite gothic horrors! :]
The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde ; Chapter 9 wrote:" He thanked me with a smiling nod, measured out a few minims of the red tincture and added one of the powders. The mixture, which was at first of a reddish hue, began, in proportion as the crystals melted, to brighten in colour, to effervesce audibly, and to throw off small fumes of vapour. Suddenly and at the same moment, the ebullition ceased and the compound changed to a dark purple, which faded again more slowly to a watery green. My visitor, who had watched these metamorphoses with a keen eye, smiled, set down the glass upon the table, and then turned and looked upon me with an air of scrutiny. "
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🎵✨🎶✨Canu Cân!|Sing a Song!✨🎶✨🎵Colour Palette or Moodboard:
Anything to Avoid?: N/a
Song:
" Libera me a malo ;
Escitalopram, Salvum me fac ab annihilatio.Bash in my brain ; neurons alight .
Fight kills flight :
Mutually Assured Destruction ;
Mortuus in inertia ;
Ouroboros Cycle’s my own infection.
Ex Cogitatio Metus ;
Don’t mind my paranoia ;
Lost my brain in late september,
Please forgive my lack of splendor.
This meltdown’s killin’ me ;
A terrible metanoia.
Stigmata through my hands ;
Bleedin’ sugary sweet.
Flowin’ into the street.
Without faith, I am nothing ;
Without me, so are you.
Occam’s razor to my throat,
Chekhov's gun to my head,
Take a picture babe ; get yourself a souvenir.
Radon in my blood, don’t get too near.
Don’t you feel that fear?
Thing’s gnawing on my brain ;
very being’s a virus ; arrhostia ;
hunt / kill / consume / become.
Running down my own brain ;
Call that asymmetrical horror.
My life’s a movie ;
The director’s Lynch & writer’s Paulides.
Sight burned red in my retina,
Barrel raised to Empyrean
HAVE BLUE hoverin’ over me.
They won’t leave me.
Bullet through my skull ;
Bleeding me into a lull ;
Can’t be dying out here,
Got too many waitin’ for me up there ;
At least, that’s my fear.
Cogitatio non possum acceptio ;
Manus hae non sunt meae.
Libera me ab hoc somnio. "
!!>> 
Frosty & 
Blueberry
Sister!
