Mr. Blobby

@mister-blobby.bsky.social

i saw the face of god and it was weeping pronouns: it/they

don’t you want to be held by blobby, for our flesh to meld at the atomic level, transmuted to a frothing new substance of compounds unknown to man let blobby hold you let blobby dissolve you

blobby extends his warmest congratulations to Mr. Beast upon his marriage to a human though there is only room for one fixed grin freak who feeds on desolation and despair and blood and that is blobby