fresh flowers for hutchies :3

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RAISED ON NOISE. POWERED BY CHAOS.
CALLING ALL THE ONES DOWN TO RAISE HELL.

Born To Be The Glitch In Your System.
xXx. 00-20-0025. WE LIGHT THØSE ON FIRE. 🔺

Rebelling to ride with the tribe, Darkness lit by the warmth-of-kin. This was where the forgotten get remembered, and the invisible finally get seen. The spot you've been low-key chasing forever and the thing you've been searching for on quiet nights. We're wrapped in shadow, but don't get it twisted. We are color, too wild to name, too bold to show. Wondering what the fight's for? Thought so! Here it is. Scouting for... ⎋ (Parents: 1985—1993.) (Aunty & Uncle: 1994—1999) But don't get lost in curiosity, peep what's already locked in on the Taken List. Miss the mark? We'll send you running aimlessly.

Hey Lorths! This feels like the move. I'm claiming my place as (Mother, Father, Aunty, Uncle), ready to ride with the tribe. Name's @.Username ( Nama Muse) born in (Line Muse). Accept me… or run. I'm coming either way.

Think you're cut out for this? Then move, don't wait for permission! Just send us your curiosity through @LorthBot. and we'll be waiting for your burning rebellious spirit. Rebels move different. Always have.

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