Author: Meow
Whilst you guys are hating on me like pathetic ants, I’m happily resting with my expensive jewellery, perfume, clothes, dresses, candles, and my face that is so beautiful my mirror can qualify as entertainment for me. Cry harder knowing I’m laughing happily.
A Poem:
“Oh Meow, oh Meow,” he begs on his knees; “Do you forgive me for berating you verbally?”
Meow takes a moment to think. Then a sick smirk appears on her face. “Hahahaha… No.”
His eyes widen and she suddenly obliterates him.
Then Meow walks off.
A stray cat looks upset. Meows eyes sparkle with subtle tears. “Don’t worry. I’m here for you.” She picks it up in a very soothing manner. It purrs and is instantly healed of its diseases. Its fur shines beautifully.
She smiles sweetly and takes it home.
She names it “Cupcake.”
A few days later, Jesus reappears. “My beautiful and superior child, how are things going?”
“Good,” Meow says. “The peasants are slowly getting used to my brilliance.”
Normalise being kind, caring, and loving like Meow.
You seem like an incredibly vacuous, materialistic, shallow person.
You’re a homeless gutter whore with mental disabilities
We get it