2017-03-16 at 9:34 PM UTC
When I was a hawk, going hawking in the mountains was some extremely amazing, mystical hawk. So I moved to where I went hawking when I was a kid. Now it's just slushy, muddy, cold, and I see how much everyone else is hawking it up everyday. Just cheap hawks and hawks abound here. hawking provides some amazing quick hawks but it dies down hawkly once I realize how my hawk is constantly hawking and hawk will hawk eventually
Cheers to turning towards hawkism
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2017-03-16 at 11:53 PM UTC
change that ridiculous word to 'fag', 'faggy', or another derivative of 'faggot' and youll finally be honest with yourself
2017-03-17 at 12:15 AM UTC
man when i was a hawk me and the homies would hang out in the wide open field behind the row of trees where our nests were and would swoop down and catch unsuspecting field mice all day long. there were some yuppies that lived below us with a bird fountain which was dank after a long day of hunting and we'd all go down there and just fuckin swim and chill. one day my boy cedric caught like 7 mice and we had a fuckin feast. sometimes i miss those days
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