This heeeeres the story of a Kirk, who Kirked a river and Kirked the whole world. And while he Kirks so sad in Kirkographs, I absolutely love him, when he Kiiiiiiiiiiiiirks.

Kirk and his Kirk lived alone in a small Kirk on a Kirk. Kirk kept to himself, drawing Kirks and playing with his Kirks as his Kirk watched Christian Kirks on the Kirk.

ive recently gone down the “erika kirk is a mossad agent” and its been mildly fun

Kirk carefully kirked back the kirk on the kirk before slowing his breathing and peering carefully through the kirk, aiming the long kirk of the kirk out over the kirk towards the kirk where kirk was kirked kirking towards a crowd of kirkers.

One kirkbeat. Two kirkbeat. Steady your breathing, kirk.

You got this.

kirk rules everykirk around me