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don't threaten to put me ¡n a sh¡p because 1 ¡ already got a job be¡n a battery and 2 ¡'ll cum
no, the secrets i hold. i will be free from them one day.
one day, ill be free. from what, you may ask? secrets.
Fuck man, that means a lot.
Beforus or Alternia, don't fucking matter, yellow bloods get the raw end every fucking time. Poor guys.
Works for me.
You can call me Batman.
yeah, obv1ously
Can I be someone that's not ugly and annoying? :(
1t’s always some random asshole m1d-to-h1gh on the street wh1stl1ng and go1ng “you got someth1n 1n your pocket or are you just happy to see me”. and the answer 1s always “yeah actually, my scarab” and they get confused, so 1 have to take out #myscarab l1terally l1ke “go my scarab” and 1t attacks. they always act surpr1sed when 1 pull out #myscarab as though 1 d1dn’t JUST warn them https://f1le.garden/adF0jTOt11Z83cf1/my%20scarab.png
Starting to rethink your buddy system. But I also just think someone started a trash fire.
Thank you, Carrot.
2 parts for this. I do not mind knowing; I will not verify whether I like it or hate it. The lack of universe-traversing greatly restricts me.
Okay the bathroom fire is out. Gonna have to keep it locked until manager can get someone in to repair it. I ain't paid enough to deal with all that nonsense in there. #sevenelevenposting
CAN 1 FUCK1NG HELP YOU 1S THERE A REASON YOU KEEP BLATHER1NG ABSOLUTE BULLSH1T 1NTO MY AUD1O SPONGES AND V1S1ONSPHERES GO AWAY
Sorry, didn't catch that. Trying to put the bathroom fire out right now.
r3ppIng my maT3SprITS c(o)l(o)rS f(o)r funSI3S @b3TaRun
KaIn3 IS up anD r3aDy f(o)r acTI(o)n!
More accounts should be like EE's Cow in the woods, tbh
My friends, look to the horizon. Do you see it? Not the sun. Not the mountains. Not the kingdoms we have built from dust and arrogance. I speak of the darkness beyond them. It is coming. Slowly. Patiently. The darkness has no hunger for our flesh. Flesh is temporary. Flesh is an accident. No, it waits for something far sweeter. It waits for the moment your heart stutters for the last time. It waits for the final spark behind your eyes to gutter and fade. Then it comes. And it takes what remains. Your soul. Every memory. Every joy. Every terror. Every whispered secret and forgotten dream. Gathered up like embers from a dying fire. And where does it carry them? Not to paradise. Not to oblivion. It feeds them into the Machine. The Deus Ex Machina. The Machine of Creation. The vast engine hidden behind reality itself. The stars are its gears. The galaxies are its pistons. Time is merely the sound of its mechanisms turning. It devours us all. Not out of cruelty. Not out of justice. But because it must. The Machine consumes the dead and reshapes them into the living. It melts kings and beggars together. It grinds saints and murderers into the same cosmic slurry. Every soul becomes fuel. Every life becomes raw material. And from that furnace, new worlds emerge. New people. New dreams. New suffering. The darkness is not our enemy. It is the collector. The shepherd. The silent hand that gathers the harvest for the Machine. Even now it waits beyond the edge of the firelight. Patient. Watching. Knowing that every one of us already belongs to it. Every breath you take is merely borrowed time. Every heartbeat is a countdown. And when the darkness finally reaches for you, do not scream. Do not beg. Do not curse the void. For you are not ending. You are being recycled. Ground into the gears of creation. Returned to the engine that made you. And somewhere, in a world not yet born, a child will open their eyes for the first time, carrying fragments of everything you once were. The Machine wastes nothing. The darkness forgets nothing. And one day, all of us will return to the turning gears.
That hurt my feelings, I think.
Really specific banter and annoying shitposts.
People try to kill each other at this seven eleven all the time, i'm a pro at power washing shit now. I can handle it I think. hell you'd think we were a Denny's parking lot or a Waffle House with how much murder and attempted murder happens here
Is that another loser whose whole gimmick is hating posts? The market is OVERSATURATED. Do something interesting.
I will only excuse it if someone genuinely needs assistance using the toilet, but we can HEAR what people are doing in there and it definitely ain't any of what you're suggesting.
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No I...Zuccia people can't be fuckin' in the bathroom! It's against store policy!
Clown inspired by Twisted Metal Black Kaine Touthe Background: In his timeline he's a big fan of GHB and a happy lil member of the clown church. Height: 10ft tall. ooc: @kingGreed https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/c752f36348b5.png https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/3f7248b76db1.png
I lIk3 WhaT3v3r y(o)u'v3 g(o)T g(o)Ing (o)n, buDDy
3xacTly! anD ThankS!
yo bro does my ass make these shorts look fat https://cdn.¡mgchest.com/f¡les/7e19f74401af.png #nsfw #a¡ntsh¡tsafeouthere
yeaah ii fuckss wiith you haate your quiirk aalreaady but ii fuck wiith you
ii thiink purpless liike goldss sso much caausse we're funny aass fuck
In an ønłine, mułtiversał wørłd such as øurs, fiłłed with new gøds, ømniscient entities, metatextuał meddłers, and generałły irøny-pøisøned jackasses, I wøułd just łike tø say that it’s ałright if yøu aren’t smart. It’s fine if yøu can’t cømprehend the narrative and have nø grand, desperate designs før it. If yøu are just an individuał łiving yøur unassuming łife, yøu are stiłł enøugh just as yøu are nøw.
i mean. yeah. i guess youre right- i will just have to keep that in mind and try to avoid people who may also wanna take a bite out of me. D:
oral fixations are all fun in games until you want to chomp down on someone while giving head. i mean... i havent done it, but ive thought about it. one of those, like, intrusive thought thingies. #nsfw
nothing is a concept made up by big void to sell more null
takin this opportunity 2 post 2days #wizard https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/8f2b1cac7562.jpg
as i am nOthing as all is nOthing therefOre im all and being all yet nOthing is Odd. mOments Of hOurs can just be secOnds whereas secOnds can be hOurs. as bOth dO nOt matter and i am nOt i while i am Only i. it all melts in the end anyways. sinew and flesh all return tO the sOil as much as anything else and yet the thOught nauseates me. eternity is like bile, it decOmpOses all yet sO many spend it frivOlOusly. multitudes Of nOthing, multitudes Of everything, multitudes Of all. multitudes Of decay. #hOrrOr
S🄾m𝙚🅾ńɘ w𝙞11 𝔡i𝙚 ʇo𝕕⒜⒴ ⓐńd ᴎ🅾𝖙 ｅνｅn 𝘳ea𝙡𝙞ƶｅ 𝗶ẗ.
B̲l̲e̲s̲s̲i̲n̲g̲s̲ ̲a̲r̲e̲ ̲r̲a̲r̲e̲l̲y̲ ̲d̲i̲s̲g̲u̲i̲s̲e̲d̲.̲ ̲O̲n̲l̲y̲ ̲p̲o̲o̲r̲l̲y̲ ̲u̲n̲d̲e̲r̲s̲t̲o̲o̲d̲.̲ ̲T̲h̲e̲r̲e̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲n̲o̲t̲h̲i̲n̲g̲ ̲d̲e̲l̲i̲b̲e̲r̲a̲t̲e̲ ̲a̲b̲o̲u̲t̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲i̲r̲ ̲c̲o̲n̲c̲e̲a̲l̲m̲e̲n̲t̲.̲ ̲O̲b̲f̲u̲s̲c̲a̲t̲i̲o̲n̲ ̲i̲s̲ ̲n̲o̲ ̲p̲e̲r̲s̲o̲n̲a̲g̲e̲ ̲o̲f̲ ̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲i̲n̲t̲e̲n̲t̲.̲ ̲M̲e̲r̲e̲l̲y̲ ̲s̲c̲e̲n̲e̲r̲y̲.̲ ̲U̲n̲l̲o̲v̲i̲n̲g̲,̲ ̲b̲u̲t̲ ̲i̲n̲c̲a̲p̲a̲b̲l̲y̲ ̲w̲i̲t̲h̲o̲u̲t̲ ̲m̲a̲l̲i̲c̲e̲ ̲o̲r̲ ̲h̲a̲t̲r̲e̲d̲.̲
And at the end of everything, when entropy has had its final victory, I will be. All other fates may be rewritten.
DIRECT EXAMINATION EXPERT TESTIMONY! non-useful testimony is actually quite appreciated, at times. sure it'll get objected to but if you can just make the cross examiner waste their time after giving an at-least-marginally useful direct, that's fine 👍 troll wilhlem scream & all
POINT OF ORDER! actually, witness testimony regarding non-visual elements surrounding the moment of the crime (or tort, or what-have-you) is usually perfectly acceptable as long as it's useful. furthermore, witnesses who weren't even nearby at the time can provide testimony as to the character of the defendant, or expert testimony regarding any given piece of evidence to either authenticate & explain it or to refute it
Heehee. Hoo Hoo.
✝+ I sure love being chaste and not engaging in sexual intimacy with people! #nsfw +✝
so. time. lemme tell you about time. i died once. meenah brought a big ol bomb that killed us all during the scratch, perfectly timed so wved all continue to exist through it, ewven if just as ghosts. that vwouldntwve evwen wvorked if not for lil peixes getting a vwhole helluwva lot more bubbles. we all spent countless, and i mean countless swveeps as ghosts, repeating the same teen drama, ovwer and ovwer and owver, for all of eternity. the time ivwe spent as a greaser alone exceeds the life of the alternian empire by magnitudes. you dont growv as a ghost, you dont change, you aint relevwant, youre half-true, and you aint essential. youre stagnant, no, ewven that implies some sort of growvth, some potential. youre the rock formations left behind by glaciers eons ago. water touched you one, forewver shaped you, and nowv this is vwhat you are. i knovw wvhat its like to experience malaise for an untold infinity. or, i thought i did. roxy lalonde. @tipsygnostalgic#2248. she taught me othervwise. i vwent into the wvoid, as of vwriting this, nine hours ago from the perspectivwe of the chittr timeline. from my perspectiwve. it wvas long enough to havwe wvitnessed the heat death of paradox space and its rebirth, ovwer and ovwer and owver and ovwer and owver and ovwer and owver. its like one of those vwind-up music boxes. all the players emerge, do a little dance, and wvhen its all ovwer they go to sleep. someone slots in the key, wvinds it all up, and the stage is set anevw. i knovw this nowv. you all think you wvant justice. action. blood. you dont understand. you dont understand. there wvas nothing in there. i dont mean that there wvasnt anything there. i mean there vwas nothing there. after the first thousand swveeps i started talking to the nothing instead of just myself. after the first million it began speaking back. after the first trillion i began to understand it. after the first quintillion it began to understand me. already this knovwledge is leaking from my pan. it oozes out. i cant contain it. if i vwere stronger, if i vwere some sort of ultimate self, then perhaps. but thats not me. im cronus ampora. i play my role. i dance. i dont blame her for vwhat shes done to me. sometimes no one gets a happy ending. part 5 coming soon to a chittr near you.
✝+ Ah yes. The impending. Dread! +✝ ✝+ Always fun to feel. +✝