Origin

Shadieu.com is my masterpiece, my one stop webpage into the white palace of my mind. It is dedicated to my fallen prince, me in the May of 2022, roaming and running around Europe, eating delicious food, being shockingly skinny. It was amazing. I was this!

I was a 22 year old boy, insecure about my cock and masculinity. I mean, it was good, but it wasn’t what I truly wanted. So I started doing cardio and stuff. Hmm.

I mean it’s the cold hard truth. But as I kept doing cardio, I found I was zen as fuck. I was like yeah. I would bounce around the town in the morning all through the spring, with beautiful flowers, trees, birds and lizards coming to visit me. Humans even weren’t too disturbing. But they became more, and more disturbing, and weird, every day I was this cute skinny hilarious creature.

I started a twitter account to flex on everyone how sick I was. I made a song called someday and it seemed I was a giga celebrity, which would make sense since that song is sick as fuck. I made it because I wanted to fuck my ex best friend’s girlfriend because he was creepy and lame as fuck. I also did it to express, no my cock is good. It’s ready, like it’s obviously well past good enough. But all my insights and messages have been messed with, obviously, since I mean I am this.

I mean I could still easily be this. Idk. Id probably just need to workout a lot, use a treadmill. Go sicko mode. Maybe sue some people cuz this shit I’m slinging is sick as fuck. I’m sure you all go broke as fuck on here. Which is, hilarious to me, since really I’m just coasting on how insanely talented I am. I mean I’m clearly just not trying that hard.

I wrote a book on here called Cat Story because I wanted to make a book. So I did. It’s pretty tight.

Anyways yeah I was this. It was pretty tight, being so skinny and hot. And fashionable. God, I am so fashionable. That’s why my stuff is good, you know.

I mean, check out that fit. You don’t just get to rock a bucket hat guys. That’s some baller shit. But I can. Also my hair was sick as fuck. I was really insecure about it since I failed to notice everyone else was actually bald af and literally wearing rotten infested wigs. So since I was this, and everyone else is something more pathetic than I can possibly comprehend or find any interest to understand, they were of course super weird about it and destroyed the world. I would also give advice on how to save the world like solar, windmills, watering plants, and they would get mad and make it worse. Every day humans drive their cars consciously to wage war on the environment and me. You see, I was this, and nobody was okay with this.