Holding you and your wallet by your neck. I’m the pixelated demoness who taunts you in your sleep & has figured out how to drain not only your energy (if you know what I mean). You cry, yet always crave more.
Sooo… what’s frying your mushy brain more? My face? My soles? My middle fingers? Or are you still pretending you can ‘focus on the pixels’? 😂 Keep sending, beta
