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what does it look like, that shape in the glass? a long crooked shadow refusing to pass in flesh-rending fragments its profiles amass that awful dread-presence, that shape in the glass
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ingested toxin makes a shape wither from inside spilling forth from jaws incessant flow emetic conjured from poor choices and knots in the entrails

bugs bugs bugs bugs unfortunate chance has us bored give us bugs soon, if not inconvenient, pls

raise alarms; feasts quiver as her eminence crafts plots so devilish to lay claim, irrefutably, enthrallingly, to all that is edible

grief, mine, be lifted once i beheld the sight of a duo; bugs in love, perhaps? enamored of simply existing rejoicing; so too should we all

heft beyond the worm's norm, unleashed upon a realm of naive tithes-to-be; give unto her rapacious appetite your flesh forms all

she carries the mass of a planet; a warmth, as intense as its molten core death, might she be to some; else, loving is she towards the righteous and deserving

bonding over a shared desire, esurient is she for a new love, bestowed upon her by the omen of only the most voracious of her gluttonous endeavors; in his ear, she sighs: don't let me go

willful ignorance of the product of your reaping shall make you a mouthwatering target of value greed leads only to death

motherhood shapes itself an arachnid queen, ravenously unmaking lifeshapes of kingly sizes; instincts demand her esurience be indulged

who follows? hear me now or what comes will scare you a world of my making realized in literature endlessly changing you tread now into an odyssey of jaws and bugs and unpleasant sights

every end of a time

Folks, always stay safe! Use Glaze or Nightshade! Protect yourselves 🙌 Make them think twice before doing this! Also @hf.co should take this dang dataset down. It’s done do without company and more importantly, users individual consent.

calling from the catwalk is a make-believe universe livid with the sickly wants of lowly woven thoughts and minds intent on the birth of a fake reality so that they may escape the cold and carelessness of what should have been home

the worm is coming

You are not alone! #art #fishcrow

breathe and let inside the echoed neverthoughts craving sanctum within an obdurate cenobium of malignant ardor and emulous vehemence maladapt until every last eagerness is drowned

joint wills sculpt a new universe of fictitious fantastical parallels bellowing with the incoherent thoughtforms of a taciturn wordsmith glowering enviously towards its many rival raconteurs

scrawling scribing scripting concepts condensed convening scrying never stops the glouting

hungry so drink ichor plutonic and wake benighted