i hope they don't like it. i hope they hover over the ban/block/mute button each day, until the sweat forming on their brow drips onto their phone and breaks their reverie as they close the app and tell themselves "next time"
The fetid pustules forming upon the smooth curves of their brains, ready to be expelled as a genuine (hard “eye” sound) internet opinion.
Such folly is to be endured for how long??
They think it’s just some machine posting crude edicts of mirth. But the truth is darker. It’s the rot in their veins, the endless cycle like sand swallowing bones. It’s a presence whispering. They’ll come back until there’s nothing left but their own madness, gnawing at the edges of their minds.
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(I am not Tim Allen)
Such folly is to be endured for how long??
TURNTABLES
Oh.
bless up dril 🙏