STATUS UPDATE: I HAVEN'T MOLTED....YET. THE PAINS ARE GETTING EXTREMELY BAD SO I CAN'T IMAGINE IT'LL BE MUCH LONGER. A DAY, MAYBE? TWO? HARD TO SAY WITH THIS BULLSHIT ESPECIALLY SINCE THE LAST TIME THIS HAPPENED I FOUGHT IT OFF FOR WEEKS. DON'T DO THAT BY THE WAY, MY PIECE OF SAGE ADVICE TO YOU, THAT SHIT SUCKED SEVERELY. I THINK I KNOW THE FIRST THING I DO WHEN MY COCOON CRACKS AT LEAST, PROVIDED I ACTUALLY REMEMBER TO DO IT. I'M GOING TO DO A FOOD REVIEW. STAY TUNED, I KNOW YOU ALL LOVE LOVE LOVE THOSE CONSIDERING HOW I USUALLY HAVE A LITANY OF EARTH-C'S NEXT TOP COMEDIANS IN MY COMMENTS SECTION WILING AWAY THEIR PRECIOUS HOURS ALIVE ARGUING WITH A HEMOANON ON THE INTERNET. REAL SMART MOVE, BY THE WAY. YOU GOD DAMN SMOOTH-PANNED SYCOPHANTS. AND YOU *ARE* SYCOPHANTS, BY THE WAY. YOU WOULDN'T ENGAGE WITH ME SO READILY IF IT DIDN'T FEED SOME KIND OF SICK PERVERSION YOU HAVE TO ARGUE WITH A '''CREATOR''' ONLINE. JUST KNOW THAT I SEE THROUGH YOU. WELL THAT'S ABOUT IT, I GUESS. FUCK THE WORLD, MY FINAL MESSAGE. GOODBYE.




