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[basilfang]

England is stupid I hate England and I hate the English. I am gonna become a nationalist as long as I am forced by England to pretend like I'm something I'm not. I will never be English, never be proud of coming form England, I was brought here as a child by a shithead who took me away from my mother or more aptly drove her away with his alcoholic physical abuse and cheating. This is not a country I will die in. I will not give this CURSED AWFUL country the privilege and pleasure of offing me. I will do that myself as soon as I can leave this fucking place and who knows by the time I can afford to leave, maybe I'll have found enough good people and a real found family who don't endure me and make me want to off myself because maybe they will treat me like a person, not like a dog, not like an alien and not like a burden that would make everyone's life easier if I just disappeared.

The Republic of Ireland, I am coming. I could never move to Northern Ireland or China for good, I'm a rat ararchist revolutionary-wanna be trade unionist and Irish / Chinese Nationalist / decolonizing little cow who is also trans and scary mental ill. I don't think I'd survive in Beijing or Lisburn if I want to be out as trans and also not be assimilated into Chinese and Northern Irish culture lmao. Maybe Dublin is where I need to go next

I'm gonna say my brain is telling me to buy and learn to drive a car but perhaps I'm still a little psychotic and normal me would never never drive a car because they kill people and I sure as hell shouldn't drive because I WILL hit someone with my car if I ever learn to drive.

Cars terrify me. This woman I used to support, F, she was afraid of cars and I now see why. I should send that workplace a card, I don't care about the company, private care companies are capitalist scum like any company but also have HORRENDOUS hiring processes, they hired me lmao and I could've killed someone had they not fired me twice cos I was literally just unmedicated ADHD and also a guy fucking touched me and I refused to touch his dick because I know he was trying to manipulate a new staff member to feel sorry for him cos of his fucking wheelchair using pathetic ass thinks that he can get away with that. And he fucking did he was a creep who I'm sure touched and did a lot worse to the femme and young new staff because CARE COMPANIES ARE FUCKING SHIT AND HIRE ANYONE AND THAT PUTS THE SERVICE USERS AND THE FUCKING STAFF AT RISK. I will only ever have respect and care for the people I cared for but my god will I never ever ever work for a private care company again because they are EVIL FUCKING CAPITALIST SCUM BAGS WHO SQUASH UNIONS AND ONLY WORK WITH TOO BIG AND NEARLY CHARITY/CAPITALIST UNIONS THAT DO FUCK ALL FOR THE ACTUAL WORKERS. let alone care about the service users they claim to priorise. FUCK Captialism. Fuck corporations. They'll never hire me unless I pretend to be a palatable human being who behaves and I hide my mental and neuro disabilities. Fuck them I HOPE I get a criminal record and get barred from eevr working for a company that refuses to hire convicts. I don't want to work for companies that hate victims of the prison industrial complex. I HATE capitalists. So why the fuck would I ever work for them. If I could fucking off myself and I didn't have family commitments and Bestfriend obligations Id be so fucking dead and SO peacefully experiencing NOTHING right now. But these evil capitalist companies and this evil capitalist society I anmm forced to live in and I didn't choose to be moved to even if the shithead that 'raised' me blames me for asking him to move us to England and blames me for all of his abuse on me and his wife's enabled abuse on me and my sibling. Well fuck. I'm not staying in a country that it's my fault I moved to I guess. Fuck this place. And fuck all capitalists. Bring back guillotines (I'm joking I'm an abolitionist I don't agree with death penalties but I think guillotines are the funniest things ever I'd love to see more Luigi mangione stuff but let's bring back medieval public executions and guillotine CEOs in front of the staff that their companies abuse. I would go watch watch that. I wouldn't obviously cos I dont like body horror but conceptually I'm trying to be funny sorry if I'm not I've been too busy trying to OFF myself since I was sixteen to learn the art of comedy. )

Fuck everyone. Fuck England. Every day I speak the English language I am seething with rage. Or just very deeply unhappy and pretending to be fine so the good people who speak English and don't know any other language spoken or signed, so I don't upset them. Becasue they're not English, they just happen to be people who were born into the settler colonial capitalist project of England. AKA Great Britain. FKA the country at the centre of the British Empire. England is not deoclonized or truly diverse, it is a colonial country where the dominant powers ENDURE the immigrants and diverse communities that only exist because the English STOLE their ancestors or COERCED or ENTICED them into coming, and now England punishes the very children of the human machines they forced or propaganized into coming here and breaking their bodies and souls for an industrial and then technological and now capitalistic project that was never meant for the workers to enjoy the fruits of, they were always just a means to an end, always just the factory workers and the factory pays them in misery and trauma and cyclical alcoholism and drug addiction and abuse and rape and child molestation and cultist and religious pedophikia and COCSA and madness psychosis schizophrenia suicide death by asthma diabetes chronic pain incurabke ulcers heart and organ failures cancer and endless life ending and family splitting debt and sub legal wages that they are not supposed to unionise and try and raise, so they can work hard and produce the product that they will never never hope to enjoy even if they discard and abandon all that they are and all that their ancestors and family were and pretend to be a factory owners, because the workers and owners could never be one, they will always be two. factory workers will only ever be slaves to masters, as slaves will only ever be to their masters as animals are to farmers, and animals will only ever be meat and eggs ploppers to humans, and meat will only ever be meat to humans.

How could meat ever be seen as human, when humans don't even see other humans as human?

Anyway FUCK ENGLAND THATS MY POINT I HATE ENGKAND ENGKAND MAKES ME WANT FO LITERALLY DIE AND WHEN I KEAVE I WILL BE AT MEAST HAPPINESS ENOUGH OFF MYSELF IN THE OEACEFUL WOODS OF ONE KF MY HOMELANDS WITH A DOG WHO EILL LOVE ME BECASUE NO HUMAN EVER COULD. ONLY ANIMALS AND NSTURE CAN ACCEPT ME. I HATE PEOPLE PEOOLE SUCK SND I HATE ENGLISH PEOPLE À BIVE ALL PEOPLE.

[basilfang]

books past me wanted to read.

The Comet

by

W.E.B. Du Bois

Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters

by

Mark Dunn

Riddley Walker

by

Russell Hoban

The Last Summer of Us

by

Maggie Harcourt

Playing Well With Others

Mollena Williams-Haas, Lee Harrington

[basilfang]

Hello

Daddy long legs. Time travelling time again. Except this time sucks

"I am 21, I still can't believe it, sometimes I still feel like I'm 19. Other times I feel ageless like a mushroom, or a piece of mould, or a shoe. I am excited to get older....It is like magic, and I would like to be a wizard some day."

Everything is stupid and i want to die.

;; Vampires are disabled.

i made a friend today

but after a while

he said 

i just dont want to see you

and i said 

i dont either

cos i dont want to be me 

D Em Bm A

Em Bm A

D Em

im sorry

im sorry

im sorry

D Em Bm

stupid me in 1/20/21:

[your fault 

the cause

better

more

the whole world

have so much i want to tell you

want you to meet me

wish you could see me

give you so many hugs

am so proud of you

know you'd be proud of me]

-

[[theres so much love in the world, theres lots of loving lovely people they will love and cherish you you wont be there forever an

i know its so hard right now but one day they will die[[

you're so right, stupid teenager. they did at one point. and they wont

and they will die. you will die first tho. be good at hiding. and then nothing happens. does the future even exist if the present feels like nothing.

Heartburn for no reason. Nothing for no reason.

[basilfang]

Trying to not freak out cos this fuck ass app deleted my writing again just after posting. Maybe I'll start putting notes into my old fanficfion account. Even then I think I lost my old login. What's the point if everything good is lost huh.

1 Angrylands senile sad wizard and the cannibal demons.

2 Flea writes a Devil history book that goes worldsviral called "The Western Bubble Saga", which was adapted from her dissertation subtitled "7 years of feigned reciprocity between a wizard alien sick with wizard anosognisiac dementia and Cannibal Demons adventuring through the worlds" it's alternative title was Archaic Devil eatcare practices in forcing life extension and community onto sick idiot alien, but the Monster Country academic world was not ready in the modern day rotation to allow a paper that promoted Cannibalism culture even if most modern Devils only practice humane cannibalism or even abstain from their heritage and culture.

3 Flea wonders about Orange and Jude, especially, she thought they could've been something. But he's too ignorance and monsterwashed, and he's only ever lived in the city, never a devil town or carcass. Flea misses her family. Her teenage years were in a town but she remembers when they lived in a carcass. It was a [untranslatable into Human English, closest living Anthropocene animals would be giant whale, even then, nothing like it in shape but the size is almost similar. Prehistoric animals are more similar to BigBig monsters on the plant Flea lives on. Too much explaining, bad translators note. For manuscript keep notes brief, Will. End note] carcass, and they were cold sometimes and when she talks to city Devils or even other Monsters they hear carcass and they think of the Cannibal Demon Town Eaters, but none of them realise that just because Monster Country accepts Devils now, it didn't always do, and the history is all wrong. The carcass doesnt represent Cannibalism, it represents Cannibalist and Meat Eat culture. Her culture. And she can't change that she was born a devil and not a regular monster. Or that her family raised her in a carcass and then a little eating town before she moved to the city. She doesn't want to be civilized and vegetarian anyway, it's not how she grew up. That's why devils like Jude piss her off. They act so sad and depressed and they live in the city completely alone and have enough money to at least not be on the street, but they're complaining about being lonely? It's almost as if the city is governed by monsters who don't care about all the poor toiling monsters and the ones in the Hole and on the streets. It wants us to be lonely. It makes Flea lonely. Maybe she'll become as miserable as Jude. The difference between her and Jude tho, is that Jude would never find out which carcass his family lived in even if it was generations ago. And Jude pretends to be a vegetarian when Flea knows he secretly eats meat and buys Devil Humane Cannibalist meat, and he just lies to himself that he isn't a Devil. That's the difference. Flea isn't ashamed of her Devilness. She's just scared the monsters will punish her for not being the right kind of monster. Maybe she should move home. Her family dont live in a carcass anymore. But they can take her to visit the rotting carcass they used to live in. That will make her feel at home. In the city, even though secretly all Devils know this but could never say it out loud, the monsters act like the Devils are the dishonoured guests, but we all know who was living and eating on this land before the monsters came.

道

山

音

乐

好

太

好

福

[basilfang]

Never trust any one ever again. Never ever ever ever.

10/10 0/10 2/100 18/30 7/20 22/28

find the bad numbers. Just keeping looking at the screens. Follow your eyes, it will show you the right numbers.

Scary, it will feel scary. The numbers aren't the numbers, they are just the faces. Look behind the face. It's always behind the face.

The floutists don't trust outsiders because the outsiders are not worth trusting.

No one could've gguess ed things would become the apocalypse. The floutists were and right. You don't realise you're a cog in the machine until you're the cog that snaps. And yet after grinding to a halt for a millisecond the cog just starts turning again and again. It will never be over. It will never end. The only way out is to join the Floutists. They have the answer. The secret book. Bno one else can read the text except the Scales. they hold the vision and them only. The followers of the Flout are not afraid. They are terrified and obedient. And they welcome and chase and praise the Flout all the same.

The end of the world is nigh. The end is coming and the world will keep spinning until

[basilfang]

-Why did you do that?

Trauma and anxiety life hack:

Bite into a raw onion. Not joking. I had some onion in a container, half diced badly and half whole because I didn't want to dice it. And let's just say in the club the dancers were not dancing and forming a spiral of ants. I bit into the onion, and yes I wasn't thinking about the dancers anymore because I was in PAIN. Like Tom & Jerry YEEOUUUCH but like from 0 to 1 very gradually, not immediately to 1.

This is not who I am

I'm a demon. It's fun-

"You're the traitor!"

'honestky no idea why she faked having a Welsh accent? No one else faked an accent just her.'

'i have never seen a single episode of this show, you guys sound like you're taling ksburhj jsnh

-

Love you. ' ' Love you too. / Hate you. ' 'Hate you too.

-----. And when Simone and Beau go into town or little adventures ---- ---

C'est moi. Je suis moi.

" ' it's like a goddamn cult.

' They are a cult, Aunt Mara, MLM just means pyramid scheme. And sometimes they're cults. This one is a cult.

Un clip d'une artiste avec les épreuves de traume , ou quelqu des imagine, trop vite, comme une lumière. Supris, la vidéo est un video dedans un film dedans un série dedans un video essay dedans un video dedans un BD. oooooh Inception level shit.

Tip: video game loading screen tips are propaganda infiltrsing your mind and making yo an allegienced accomplice of the lizard people

A

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B

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R

G

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N

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Elle écrivent ecriva comme poésie mais c'est la script for a documentary.

what does this mean? %

Chinois 法国人with englijsb subs.

Bodies.

((((((( to be a show runner you have to sacrifice a liver, or your soul. Whichever you can live without)>)))))))))

[basilfang]

Well I wrote something yesterday and Im so sure I posted it. But I guess The Internet God's decided to throw it into fuck knows where. Many words, I am sad. Whatever though. Don't be precious. Writing isn't a finite resource like precious metals. It's like water, or air. I finitely renewable. Until you die or the earth dies I don't think there's much water or breathable air out there.

What I remember. Girl brain not nice girl want make graphic novel she brain better yay. It was more complex that that. Whatever though.

I had a sexy sexy sandwich yesterday. Got it form a polish shop and it was wrapped in cellophane, many such homemade round bread type bread and thick tomato slices pickle cheese much butter and kettus. Good. Tasty ahhhh

Sometimes do you ever think there's no point in making or learning or doing. You die anyway. People will find a way to hate you and tell you to die any way, even if you're a saint. In fact religious figures had so many people telling them to die a lot of them die and that's why theyre saints. Why don't I just lie down and never move again. The boot makes it hard for us to get back up, infinitely huge eldritch horror foot, rotten with world ending fear clod maggot eyes. And like boiling crabs, boiling frogs. Why bother when the water kills you no matter what you do.

I should eat more food other people made for me. Other people should eat food I make them. That's the point if mouths it's to eat food made with love. A sandwich from a little polish shop doesn't feel the same as a pasta bake your boyfriend makes. But it's sure filled with more love and human énergie than a sandwich made by a machine in a factory where people operatin the machines hate the machine and the sandwiches and the factory because why would they make a sandwich with love when metal and huge numbers and geography hides us away from people who we make things for and people who things the things we make are for.

We should kill all sandwich factories. Only have handmade sandwiches. That will solve everything. More killing, not anything else.

[basilfang]

hann horfir þráhyggjulega á myndbönd, rannsakar, finnur tengla í word skjölum, leynikóða, púslar saman þessari ruglingslegu sögu til að komast að því hvað gerðist. hvað fór úrskeiðis. hann er sekur og skamast sín. hún segir vinkonu sinni frá því vegna þess að hún er áhyggjufull, vinurinn segir að það sé líklega í lagi, hann sé að fást við fjölskyldudót og satt best að segja er hún ekki nógu nálægt til að þau þurfi að hafa áhyggjur af hvort öðru. hann hringdi ekki í hana eftir að hún féll á inntökuprófinu. hún hefur enn áhyggjur. Dauði bræðranna hafði mikil áhrif á hann, gat hún sagt. auðvitað, þeir eru ekki nálægt. en hann lá í kjöltu hennar síðustu viku og í gær bað hann hana um að hjálpa til við að hylja sig þegar han þyrfti að laumast af stað en hefði í rauninni ekki átt að bjarga henni þegar þau höfðu samþykkt að sinna þessu bekkjarstarfi saman. þú horfir á tölvuskjáinn hans út um glugga, fæturna þaktir óhreinindum og ormaefni. myndböndin virðast sláandi kunnugleg og síhærða myndin hangir og myndbandið endar þegar einhver hleypur inn, ekki til að hindra hann í að dingla, til að grípa eitthvað. hún veit ekki að þú ert á leiðinni heim til hennar, himin fersk og köld, blóð í tönnunum. hann er hvergi að finna og hún veit ekki að þú ert að fara að brjóta rúðuna hennar.

Les poings doivent prendre légèrement

La cou de la corbeau

grande désir pour un âme,

il n'y a plus les nuages ou les

animaux échappé.

Les yeux ouvert pour un second

J'espère que on pourrons décider maintenant

Comment dire au-revoir / bonjour

Il ne vais que être nôtre problème

Pour trois secondes plus

Mena kei te pirangi koe ki te whakakotahi i nga kaimahi, kaua e whakamohio atu ki te whakaturanga i roto i o mahere. huna i te hoa riri, kia kitea e o hoa, kia marama ki o hoa riri. ka kaha ake te kotahitanga, ka kore te kotahitanga e wawahi i te mokemoke o te ao, na te mea i mua, i muri i te whakaturanga o te ngongo, ka mama ake te mokemoke i runga i te kotahitanga.

forearm grow forearm upright hand shake gentle

hands parallel circle from head out towards front space

Dominant N/H wrist circular small gentle

Dominant claw shape small returns over flat receiving hand still

face sad flat hand slice cheek down

face disappointed slow side to side slow clap

我喜买吃的脆脆。 我的朋友死了明天， 我要喝和吃的，他不要吃，对不对？太操

[basilfang]

Untitled scfi project. Previously titled [___ __ __]

diary excerpt - young adult [___]

"...I'm allowed to call them stupid by, NHS blah blah, because a genuine doctor, a *doctor*, told me, while I was unwell, that if I wanted to kill myself I should do it at home, not in public. So. That's my experience. Can you blame someone who got told it's perfectly fine in fact akin to something that isn't serious or you know Very Fucking Alarming to go kill yourself as a doctor. Whenever I get ill and Angry ill, and no longer ‘my goal is to build my life till next year and the beyond’ or even ‘my goal is to survive’ but ‘my goal is to not kill myself’, then guess who's words come to mind about suicide? Not my lovely friends, not nice helpful mental health professionals but let's be entirely honest how many of them genuinely how many have I encountered, not positive pro life pro wellbeing schtick stuff, you know what comes to mind? Doctors and Mental Health professionals either literally giving me passive aggressive permission to kill myself or outright with their actions and underleft with their words telling me they would rather I just go do it than waste their time, when there are more people more deserving of their help. So sorry! For feeling a bit aggressive and defensive when someone tells me to go interact with the NHS / the healthcare systems mental health, because hey, these days I really am trying to not kill myself or draw excessive attention to myself so I avoid accusations of Attention Seeking and also damage my personal relationships because many people did leave and it was right for them, I could never blame someone for leaving a severely ill person, just because I wouldn't do it doesn't mean everyone else is morally obligated to help someone who needs serious intervention, but I'm also not gonna blame myself for not WANTING TO NOT FUCKING BE MURDERED BY MY INSANE BRAIN WHEN I VERY MUCH DO NOT WANT TO BE MURDERED. THANK YOU. So, forgive me for being cautious of a system that taught me not only feel disgusting and like an attention seeking scammer for wanting mental health care that I truly thought would help me, and to this day is care that I think would make me less insane and make me a less risky person to be around, and a person people won't have to up and disappear from, and also that if I wanted to kill myself I should 100% do it, but just don't inconvenience other people with my death. I should die quietly. That is mental health care taught me. So, sorry not sorry 🤡🤡🤡🤡"

A note found by Liangyu -

"对不起，妈妈。请照顾德文郡，他是一只很棒的狗。他不是一只坏狗。我对一切感到抱歉。"

From a separate journal of a young Noi -

"Jeg skulle ønske onkel ville fortelle meg hvorfor han har linjer, de er store og ser ut som ormer. Vil hudlinjene mine vokse etter hvert som jeg blir eldre? Jeg vil ikke ha dem på armene mine. nei nei jeg vil ha ormer på ryggen. eller føttene mine. Gunhild vil like meg mer når jeg blir stor og vokser linjene mine. søsteren hennes har enda større linjer. Jeg trenger fete ormer for å imponere Gunhild."

Young Noi's voicenote to ___

"don't call me, text me or try to find me. I am an adult and you can't kontrollere meg lenger. Faen! Bøtte med Kattepiss will be the first Norwegian folkemetal bånd and we vil skaturnere verden rundt and I won't ever see you again! Sorry not sorry, I will not be assimilated to kjedelig, og FASCIST culture. God, å flytte til Norway var den verste avgjørelsen noensinne, og du burde ha forlatt meg på Iceland. Du er den verste pappaen noensinne, og I HATE YOU. Se deg NEVER! dritt..."

[basilfang]

Secret messages from time travellers and the latest technicians do not know the key, but that's okay, a good technician comes with their modern education, informed by archaic knowledge. It never really is linear, is it, time travel. The technicians can only experience in one direction, looking back. Even if they're looking forward. %

I'd say don't read if you can't deal with hearing about imaginary people talk about killing themselves.

'A_ E_c_u_t_r_d _t_a_g_r'

a fire and calamari and ice-cream and chips and a black pepper allergy

Don't worry, I'm much better at being well, or at least I come off as more well than I am. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be unwell in public. That's fair enough, if I saw someone try to kill themselves I wouldn't try to stop them because it's their right, I mean I would I absolutely would but because it's me, I'm talking about me, no one really did. Well. They did, when I got so ill I ran off to Newcastle upon Tyne and they were really nice and got sad when they heard me gleefully tell them full metal psychosis that I need to kill myself and Bristol NHS was fine and in fact one NHS doctor did tell me very much nearly his exact words if you want to kill yourself do it at home, not here. **************;*;*;*;*;;;";";"!!"!'!!!'!'?"?""!!*;*;;*;*;";;";;

I guess if people get to know me, 'yeah if he said he's gonna kill himself I'd let him, he's not really someone we want around.' and strangers: you must go to a&e! You must get help! There is help!

I guess he was right. I really must've been doing all this for attention. I'm sure he'd be happy to hear I've killed myself. I mean, he's my dad, I'm sure there's some biological mechanism where he'd feel something. But Id like to imagine if I killed myself it would make him feel guilty. I'd love to do it just to spite him. But then again, he'd not really care at all. Why would he. I'm me. Why would anyone.

Walking on the beach, phone call, cave, I was never there, the grey wet sand was still crunching under my soles. The sea was cold and foamy and it was quiet and she had her eyes closed.

Truly I'm fine. If I wasn't fine, you'd be able to tell. I would not be talking about killing myself, I would be planning it and doing it quietly. And then I would try to kill myself without telling anyone because clearly by that point I'm not well enough to keep with the program, the program of not killing myself. I do just hope if I become that unwell again, quietly negative unwell very, not this moderate maybe I get hit by a car because I'm so 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 that the friends who are still here and my family who are still here and close and I haven't ruined everything again that they'd notice I stop planning and I stop being me and maybe they'd go hey I would be sad if he killed himself, why dont I ask if he's okay, because if he did I would be a tiny bit sad. But to be fair maybe I would have ruined everything by then and all the good people have had to back away the ones who love bigly and deeply and

Night garden factory reset time

Smiling friends season? episode?

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[blast from the past, he still looks the same

a nod and in the other direction and

(in China, you show respect and honour by bowing. it was cultural whiplash when I moved here. They did not like it when I, a young child went round bowing when I saw teachers. Not what we do here***(!?!())

)

it's as if we never saw each other at all]

Toulouse - Billie Marten

Meeting them if life bit them and they became unwell and they moved to Finland and just needed some help to get back home, wherever home is. Meeting me if I wasn't me. I wonder who __ would be now if they had grown up without the hurt. Would they have still turned out like this snow angel? That's not the right word. They might've said this if they were there that evening in Bristol, " I'm not being kind, this is my job, as a person in a community, this is what I do. If I claim to be political, this is what my job is. It is to do." And they wouldn't have stumbled and they wouldn't have said that even, they would've just said exactly what they needed to hear and helped and done and it wouldn't have felt life changing. Because for them it's a Tuesday. - you know that, for you it was a

I just hope they're well. That's all I can hope. And when they are unwell and uncared for, they encounter people who would care for them like they cared for me.

act normal. Everything is fine. // Everything is fine. Act normal.

Everything is fine.

Everything. Everything. Everything. Every thing . Is .

Everything is fine.

Evrvehthinfd ishssffiene

Wveyrhthgingisdffinfnw

"Spiritual brokenness". a priest knows fuck all about mental health. A psychiatrist knows fuck all about spirituality.

When

I'll.

I wanted to ask so many more questions.

you

Bless the food. Closed eyes. Connect with that higher power.

boing boing boing write your book, when

道德经是书surlaspiritualitéetlemondemaispasseparé, en

fait, _______

the. y m ake

Music in mid light and it's soft and we both like it

a movie about you

a space, yes, a space can FEEL so much. Good bad off safe unsafe. Home or not home.

r life, this sce

ne p

dogs dogs dogs dogs dogs

robably won't make it,

but I'll say - I knew her. I knew her!

(How old are you? and you've done so much! )

(he and I met when we were teenagers.

a card from someone -

///+)))////

Quilted jacket blue with tiger pattern

are you okay? No. Food. I need food. What would be good for you right now? Chips. There's chips just there. No. Not there. // How do you feel? Big.

You feel angry too? I feel that too. // I've never met someone who's felt big. Or . You've know people who feel like this?

Sorry gran, I only say this because it's true, not because I will or want to, but it's true.

("here, here is the scale. I am not here, * , or here, * or here *.

Even if I tell a secret only for people I think might actually care if I did or not, because it is very vulnerable, truly if they don't care or if they don't know enough or they don't realise until someone's killed themselves or killed someone else or killed themselves accidentally womp womp better luck next time try being born not mentally ill or Gray terminal is being burnt down, the girl turns to her dad - why didn't they just try being born rich? Of course! Of course. Exactly, our fault. My fault. My bad, I really should've tried harder. I .

I don't think we could even joke about their perspective because

The only answer to all of our problems. Kill one another and start eating each others eyes. No? Then maybe we can try [⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛]

They're not well. Not well at all.

(you can only hope they find some way safe back home. Exactly like that video on the internet. oh, green hair, soft like H's maybe. Smile like his too. Except, it's not that this stranger has my old friends smile and a little shadow/light fractal of his soul too. Not the same copies. Just the same. Just different. Anyway, ----homebound, remember his name now?' --- "I still think of him sometimes." What we can do all we can do.

Do I remember everything I wanted to say today? More moments will jump out at me.

There's so much good. My brain is very tired and angry but I just.

I've got the hight garden theme in my head. And that's fair enough.

I will not forgive anyone who has not actually said sorry. Or acknowledged after I've told them that they've hurt me. Or realise even if they're a grown fucking adult that their actions impact other human beings who might fucking kill themselves. I try very hard to be here. I don't have time for people who don't respect the program. The program of me not killing myself. If I have to pretend to be a robot or put on three separat hats and anticipate their feelings for them not becaus they're unwell or confused or hurt今天, but because they are so caught up in being right and comfortable they forget that being a person means other people are people too, not just the ones you think get to be.

Sure it's not that deep. Guess I should've just accepted that when things are bad they will always be so and just because they are good for other people doesn't mean they get it be for me.

It's hard not to be angry.

It's hard not to . It's easy to. Sometimes I do wish I could just kill myself. I can't do it because I'm a coward. Maybe when I'm more well I'd write something different, but I'm not very well right now. I've tried quite a few times and each time I just miss by I don't know, probably a wide margin. Never enough medicine. Never brave enough to jump. Or, this was embarrassing, the curtain rail broke and I fell down. I wish I could succeed in the things I wish to achieve in life. When I am destabilised that means all the bad things people have said to me , that side of the jug is heavy. Well, when I'm well, can I just say I'm so jealous. Because now, it seems like your grand plan of 'no longer wanting to die by suicide' really worked out. Except right now im not where I was when I was -1000. I'm about -338. But also 408-621. It fluctuates. Yeah, if the gap closes up to weeks and months and days, I'm hoping external forces will notice, otherwise who knows. I certainly won't want to keep being around. And I think I'm getting better at hiding secrets. So let's just hope the ship stays above and not below.

No wonder people have trust issues

How could ? trust a single thing ? . How.

Jules and the ocean. An entry that just says 'the ocean

And that, folks, is

"And the ocean, the ocean, is, ...."

Yesteryear's celery festival was.... well, it left much to be desired. // But. I'm glad you came all the same.

Well, things always turn out different to how you expect.

- yeah. What I meant there, it goes from I'm going to go now. Or in a day. Or a few weeks. Or this particular date. Or when I'm better it's one year-five years away. Or when I'm well, I supposedly don't plan to die by the waves at all. Or at least, if I do, it's a long way off.

I'd love to kill myself to somehow hurt all the people who have made me want to kill myself. I guess it wouldn't be very nice for the people who tolerate me. I can't even feel like I could say the obvious. But maybe when I'm more well I can write it. Right now, not as easy.

I do hope they're okay. Wherever they go tonight. They said I helped them greatly. They helped me. I neede that kind of ... well, it's being loved on isn't it. By someone who is just as ____. If not more. When they say it could be worse.

Seeing and fearing and feeling is not the same as knowing. Why am I even using words. It's beyond words.

How can you tell if the world is ending, which apocalypse is coming. Mine, or everyone else's.

Womp womp

[basilfang]

Decentralised

A _____ universe of 

That isn't meant to look like that, it's meant to be the rectangle with a cross through it. Wtf is that

Anyway,

There are save points in the game

Do you play the 游戏

to win or to try and win or to not lose or just to enjoy the interface and the little chaarcetss

when people make plans and you think you'll do it and (2,? 3+?) they don't want to be as close anymore. And now you realise a few things, is this one of those things?

Happy/Sad, empty/full, good/bad, %

I don't ____ ___ anymore. I ____ ___(/____) a__ t_e _i__.

Hey, if it was meant to be, she/ they, they; she, and all of them, and, yeah, ... - most of all, before anyone else, ___, they will find their way back to your life. Or it was and they just don't want you. Or it isn't and they do anyway. You didn't think ( ) would message you using a name you never actually remember telling anyone to use, they just saw the first half of basilgangli.a and thought Basil, or did I say I wanted to try the name out and forgot? Whatever, you didn't expect her to say,. [Insert her long FI/hints of UI on her end DM], and you two never lasted pass sixth form, just like _____, or anyone for that matter except one cool girl that you were never close with, yet somehow she still thinks you're not a total loser. Those bestfriendhships now are just artefacts. I could be sad, and it is Sad, but I am not sad because I moved on, they moved on.

I am hungry. I would love some chicken now, some cooked food. To 吃中国饭，和喝something, but 热水��� 很好.

And you text her, (17, '43||) more these days. And you don't want to be [Casual by Chapell Roan except she's her and you're the dickhead who just doesn't want what you did have, but you still like her and yes still love her. But I could still say I love running, but I haven't seriously run in years, and I could make myself run and I have run once ever few months, but it's not like climbing, and I haven't climbed in years either but it is just different.]

Old videos. (°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°👽🧛🧚🧙‍♂️)

An evil wizard says you can only be friends with people who have eaten someone, or live on an island with no one else but it's near a town but you can never leave the island, just know the town is out there.

[shape][shape][shape]

You're missing her and the flat and the old videos were funny but mauebe they hurt tok much

And you're on your channel so you see the video of you and him and it's sweet and stupid and a memory of a moment sticks out and it's not good, you don't want to say to anyone else yet because they'll think you're an idiot for not cutting him loose sooner or see him badly, when it was one Strange thing to say in an entire relationship of up and down and up and down and lots of actual happiness. You're over it anyhow, not like 1, which took you years to get over. Who knows maybe in march I'll go crazy and want him again but right now I'm {I don't want to be mean and it's fine because we won't be in each others lives anymore he was kind of a nightmare and kind of annoying. We are so similar. Maybe that's why I stayed and wanted to work it out. I wish more people had stayed. But I'm over it now. And I think I'm over everyone else, (probably?) who did leave without saying goodbye. Because it's fair. You don't stay around for someone who isn't well and is a dickhead, you don't have to stay around for anyone even if they're nice even if they try especially if they're not nice. Well, anyway Moral Relativism is my new favourite thing and there Is NoSuchThin g As A Tree No Such ThingAs Truth.ac.uk}

This chapter will be over soon and I'll miss the hours and the studio time and the living in my 'hometown' and being close to my sister and being close to the ones I love in this distance and in this way. Either everything will change gradually,or it will all explode goodorbador% and I will be fine I should be fine. Those who want to be around for this grand adventure in Close Quarters, semi comfortable and close enough, intermittent guest in my mind and me in theirs, or as strangers or as enemies or nothing at all. Don't chase, mind, don't chase.

You are not a dog.

[basilfang]

Wes Anderson shadow puppets

He's just a little bear,

Prison is no place for a little bear

cat scratching wall,

rain sounds, raind down your eyes

How many hours?

Together. Apart.

In your personal wasp factory.

does the maths add up

two headstrong

Down and up. I'm seeing the nails in the coffin now too

Yeah the motherfucking sun still warms the sky

wouldn't you?

shower, water spraying in your eyes, laughing with each other,

your solitary walk down the beach,

my voice adjacent and you did not enter the cave

starting from different bases, same bases,

chemistry 101

chipping away, not building anymore

stupid cat in a box

I badly want this to work. Of course. I badly want a lot of things. It falls to you.

Any direction is rigged.

Not a trolley problem

A problem

will I look back and think

how foolish I was

either way

Yes I did once think, how nice it might be

imagine me and you in a flat, and we have a dog

that's it.

[basilfang]

Dear Celia

How might I remember everything about this town if I start to forget everything about this town?

Friend, I am afraid of loss, as everyone is.

You will not understand all of this, I am sorry, you will think I'm losing my mind when I ask this of you. Keep this letter in case someone with the initials __ contacts you, it will all make sense to him. I cannot tell you everything as it may make you think I have lost all of my faculties, finally.

That first Loss, of this kind, when my diaries were taken by the fire, has only hit my mind's forefront this last three weeks, and I think all the time. Why didn't I find other ways of safe keeping all my secrets and memories?

Yes, many of this hides between me and my immediate confidants. I hope you understand why I want to preserve like any sane person, all my life's spirals and labours. Perhaps I might benefit from learning to let these go. But for now I do not want to. Love between people is like an invisible hold. Celia, I cherish deeply all my friends and collaborators, of all different kinds, but even if between all of you kept are what one could describe as Me - love, like vinyl and printed paper, is a material liable to erosion or corruption. I know you saw this in between me and Charles first hand. So I hope you understand my fear. As well, even if I were optimistic that my liens to people would hold strength like birch, there is not much stopping an automobile crushing any one of the people my heart is tethered to.

What I must preserve, is recounts of the bizarre I cannot stop meeting in this damned town. Think of these as myths or a fairy tale, or my usual deranged dusk paper scratching. I hope my new friend from this town will never contact you. If he does, it means something has gone terribly wrong, but it will be unlikely. I think it is never irresponsible to prepare for the unlikely.

Celia, you confided in me you believe in spirits. So I will begin by telling you about the fish. In a pond near where I like to look at moss stones, there are swimming little creatures that locals assured me are dead. This greatly puzzles me. What more so even, is the cow in a field three miles from my accomodation. It died by lightning strike. An old man told me if you happened to look out your window from a house near such a field during unwell weather, the animal appears when light hits the earth.

Then there are the suspicions I have about certain towns people. I cannot put my finger on it, but I am sure there is something wrong with these people. There isn't much difference between them and the average dweller of Brownmouth, in how they look. The air around them however, if you passed them on the streets. There is just something wrong.

Once more about the animals here, something strange about them plagues me. They behave strangely and what is even more queer, is how not a soul seems to mind! Only imagine, if you will, the animals that are not insects behave much like insects, and those that don't, give me unease in another way I cannot describe.

The geese in particular, I do not like. Something about them though I cannot tell you what it is.

Other details about the town, I have written in a separate letter. That one is in shorthand. It is for safe keeping, for my friend as I have mentioned.

For you, Celia, is a jumper I knitted during my evenings of restlessness. I could always hear the evening goers under the floorboards. I would not recommend staying here if you ever came to visit me, which, I might desire greatly as I miss your company, but I cannot indulge in asking for it here as I am afraid the town - outside of the outlined abnormal - will bore you like Denny did last summer. At any rate, beware the jumper is not gorgeous like your usual wardrobe is. But it will keep you warm come winter.

Write me when you can, Celia. You are the only friend I worry might begin to understand if not the reality of this town, the effects it is having on me.

Any how, I must attend to the Inn's cat. It has taken a liking to me. I wish there were some way for me to transmit what I see of this little wonder to you. As always, you hold a part of my soul.

Your friend always, Edith

-

Hey Vic, isn't it cool DNA can store so much information? Apparently if you like convert its capacity for information into video, it would be years and years and years of video.

Wild. Imagine putting a movie into DNA. Or like, the entire run of One Piece.

Yes. You have a spider plant and everyone just thinks it's a houseplant but actually, you take a leaf and it's just the Dressrosa arc or something.

I don't think either of us know enough about biology to extend the bit or not sound like a fucking fork, but if we did I'd wonder how we could grow a garden and all the plants are different TV shows.

In fact, we do not know enough. Any way, we're nearly done with walk right?

Nearly. We'll get there. And it'll be worth it for the photo.

That's right. Let's keep walking.

-

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[basilfang]

All her notes, well most of them are in Chinese. I can't read it.

But, you are Chinese?

I am, but I don't have the language anymore.

Oh, [] sorry.

I tell my brother sometimes that the reason I steal from him is because I wish they'd taken me to China with them, after the divorce, but they didn't, and it's revenge. But that's not really true. I wish they didn't divorce at all.

Wait, your parents are divorced?

Were, they remarried each other.

I don't think I'm close enough to you to make the joke I want to make.

I think that's a good assessment, Archie. If I'm being genuine, it's a stupid part of my family's whole thing, and I wish it never happened, I mean I'm glad they got back together but separating and moving away at all? With the divorce and everything? Kid me probably thought I was never going to see my dad or brother again. At that point I hadn't been back in a while, and since they came back going to China is just something that's not come up. My brother speaks near perfect Chinese, his accent will be just like my Chinese cousins or at least similar. Even if I relearn it and become very proficient, my accent will sound like a foreigner.

Does that stop you from learning it again?

Maybe a little. I know it's a cop out.

We all go on our own journey with everything, right? I didn't start attempting pastries again until recently, after I failed miserably a few years ago and nearly set my Aunt's kitchen on fire. And this time I didn't set the kitchen on fire! Sometimes it's okay to lose your groove, or like become unfamiliar with something, and come back to it, right?

I guess. You bake? I didn't know that.

Well, I don't bake per say, I try and make sweet treats, but I'm not very good. I cook more than bake.

You should cook me a giant lasagne.

Can't tell if you're joking. You told me you're lactose intolerant.

Doesn't mean I can't enjoy a hearty cheesy lasagne. I just suffer afterwards.

Fair play. Maybe I will, you could come to mine tomorrow? We could look more at the photographs too.

About that - Willow gave me some more that were dropped on her developing room floor!

Oh cool!

I'm gonna figure out what's so weird about this town, maybe it'll stop giving me the heebie jeebies then.

-

This town is so quiet, there's barely anyone about.

I don't think it's that much of a town, if you're comparing it to Frome, and to be fair we got to Frome on a Saturday morning, it's going to be busier than a much smaller town on a Sunday evening.

Very good point. Not even a soul walking their dog though?

Maybe it's just a weird evening. Hey, O, did you figure out what that message meant?

I don't think so. The sender hasn't replied and Nora said it definitely wasn't her or Ben. They're the only ones I think might send me some sort of cryptic message like that. Might have been meant for another person.

Okay. Just ominous though, to receive it in the middle of the night.

Not on the foremost of my mind if I'm honest, a prank text message's got nothing on the weird vibe this town has. I swear my hair has been vibrating the entire time we've been in the town boundaries.

Maybe the fact you can't check Tumblr or YouTube every five mintues is forcing you to confront the grim reality of the big world we live it.

Hey, my emotional support crocheting videos can wait, it's not that. But I'm sure it's just because it reminds me so much of one of the places I grew up.

Fair. Let's check out those spots and see if you can get any good photos before it gets bats arse dark.

-

Charles, I hope this letter finds you well.

Apologies for the lateness of my response. I was hoping we could have this conversation in person, but circumstances have kept me away from London for longer than I expected. I may not be able to make Anne-May's Christmas party after all. However, that may be a blessing as you might not want to see me after your reading of this is done.

I may be old fashioned for someone my age, but I feel as though it would be unfair for me to tell you of my decision and not give you the reasoning as to why. It has been a brilliant 10 months that we've spent in each others company, and I don't regret a moment of it. But I must end our tie here. I fear you want a woman who will be your home maker, and even the mother of your children. Celia said you denied wanting to wed and make children when she asked, but - this may come as a suprise to you, and if it is this is my apologies for assuming you were a part of the decision - your mother's long letter detailing what furniture we will need in our apartment to accommodate a new born told me perhaps we are on different pages. I loved you at every turn of the night, Charles, but it's time you find a woman who can give you and your mother the life you want. Moreover, if I was ever to have children, there is no future where I raise them eating English dinner every night, I cannot subject them to that.

Now, you will send a letter demanding more as you may suspect this is not the full reason of my wanting to explore outside of our time together. So do not do so as I will tell you the other large reason. You may still find it incredible to believe, but walk with me into this. This town I am in, for my work, which you know all about so I will not burden you with a retelling, however much I love detailing the ins and outs, has left me with some experiences strange to say the least, and unsettling if I were to say a little more.

Perhaps if you did not say the things you did in February, or imply what you did when my friends were present, or my work didn't take the turn it did here, we could have seen more days together. I mean it when I say I have had a good time with you. However, Charles, for the love of all things good, stop bringing your mother into every conversation as if she was a third thumb.

Any matters to do with my belongings in what would have been our new apartment, please expect correspondence from dear Celia. As for my book collection, you can keep it, I have outgrown those volumes. Except The Haunting of Hill House. I have only read it once since it came out last year. Kindly pile it with the items that will be collected by Celia.

Lastly, I have not mentioned Old Sparky, as it upsets me so to say this, but while he was mine to begin with, it seems that you are a good owner to him, and if I'm honest, this town - I can't say how soon I would leave, therein lies part of the problem - is not suitable for dogs. Keep him happy and remember that every year on his birthday, he receives half a slice of marmalade roll.

Love, Edith

[basilfang]

" A sociologist, music critic, English student and carpenter walk into a bar. They all see the strange man in the corner putting coins into the jukebox. You ask them a week later what they saw, you're not gonna get the same answer.

And if the English student is bestrfiends with the strange man's daughter, and the music critic knows everyone at the pub because he's been going there with his friends for 23 years, if the carpenter is a recluse who got roped into coming along because his one friend, the English student's step brother told him to go along as a favour, oblivious to the fact the step brother is trying to set the two up because since leaving his apprenticeship he's become a cold sunovabitch, exactly the kind of person the English student seems to accidentally turn into happier people just by being around, and if the sociologist is just an old friend of the music critic visiting from Kilkenny and knew nothing about anything that goes on in this town, they're all gonna have a pretty different impression of the man.

So, you see, sometimes people can see the exact same thing and maybe they'll tell you the same or similar, but really, inside their head, everyone's view of the strange man will be it's own entire object, none quite like the other."

" Cat, if this is some mind fucky way for you to tell me it's just hearsay, I'm gonna tell you to take off your glasses so I can punch you in the fucking face"

That's your favourite show?

No, my brother's. We used to be close. Now he acts like we're just neighbours in an apartment building. I watch the show sometimes and it makes me sad. Not bad sad, I just miss him.

You poor thing.

He always had a soft spot for Cat Chi's Long Walk Home. If I wasn't being sentimental, I watch the original movie, the show I watch really just because of him.

What was the movie called?

Dandelion Teeth

You Were telling me about this a while ago. Based on a comic book, right?

Well, technically based on the book the graphic novel was based on.

Right.

You know in Sweden the book is called A Teenage Gravedigger's Daughter

That's on the nose, I imagine. From what you've told me about the general plot.

It is. But, by the time the story is in the form of the show, this one anyhow, not the web series which many claim is the best adaptation despite having so many shitty qualities, it isn't even about the daughter anymore. Barely even about that whole family. It focuses on the one romantic relationship and all the key story beats are centred around them. That's why I prefer the movie, but I can see why people like the show.

Hey O, do you think Irina will like the show? I feel like this is exactly her cup of tea.

She loves the show. How did you not know?

I don't know

She said she's only seen the show and movie, not anything else, the books she only realised existed a few weeks ago. Maybe if you watch the show you'll have something more to talk to her about?

Maybe. I still don't think I can get into the show just yet. It seems like a lot. Maybe I should wait for the right time.

It will never be the right time. It will always be the right time. Why not sooner than later.

I'll think about it. Are you all packed for tomorrow?

Sure am. Socks and shirts and everything else all rolled up. I am ready to rumble!

-

you're trying to remember his name. Place yourself in her shoes. She's talking to him, she's written about him. Edith knows his name. What is it? Try and think

I just can't. I don't have a connection to their relationship. I don't think this is gonna work.

If we want to figure out who's messing with us, I think finding this guy will help us immensely. Edith trusted him. Maybe not always, or in the end, but at one point. Just knowing who he is, even if he's dead now, I think it's a good idea.

Whatever you say.

-

This is what falling in love feels like. I'll have to tell TP soon. I know he'll say this is stupid. Maybe I'm not falling in love, maybe it's just boredom, he'll say. And if it doesn't work out, he'll say, what did I tell you.

I miss the old days. Before it got so complicated. This town, it makes everything so not straightforward. And he ... he makes things understandable. Something isn't exactly right here, but can't I just be happy for once?

[basilfang]

The onion bought info wars, did you hear?

Crazy stuff

Reminds me of a video essay about chemicals turning the frogs gay. I'm so sure it had a bigger message. But that's what I remember

How many hours have I spent watching these particular vibe of video essay? And what makes them different to the others?

Super fish

Would you have done anything differently if you read the comics before you watched the show?

It feels like .....

Edith did not take those photographs, someone else did

Who told them?

I don't know , I don't know.

a style of line,

old friend now a tattooist. And another friend too. In fact, another one also. They all got to the same part of the board, I'm so far behind but I'm out of their bubble.

]()[ )()(

Catch them in a lie.

Hiding clues about who he really is

But it was never about him.

Hiding clues about what he's looking for

But it was never about the Door

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DESTROY DESTROY

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<she likes Fosse, she told me about him. I wish I could send her this video, and then we could talk about it, or rather she could tell me about Fosse and dance and things I don't know about because she never told me about them. I missed my chance. I messed up. - when you hear people get back together again and again, and it is shit most of the time, but I look at that and I feel a sense of ____. No matter what they did -> no matter what they did <- there's something I finished here.

'and no one's ever called me back'

something missing here. Edith hasn't written everything.

//

Utopia S2 E1 now what would you have thought of this if they edited it like this? The past first, the future last. But, for them when they were young, THEY were the now, not the young versions of them, they ARE them.

flash/flash/flash/flash/flash

When I first joined, me and Jasmine learnt about the culture through this particular lens. We thought, this is what it's like, and it's always gonna be like this. Then we went more, got closer to otheer people, went to functions. Like ____. !!dark night, random London house, not the same as other London house, three separate times? Hard to separate the images. The air BnB bedroom. Snacks. Big sleepover. But they're 24-27, and I hadn't met any of ______ yet.

It tears itself apart. But also slathers mortar and brick right on top of the wounds.

Chase away the light eaters. Morning doesn't come just yet, I escape into the other world.

Is this a part of the show? Hello? Anyone there?

Suspend disbelief: you become minute 21-32 in a true crime podcast where the host paints their toenails. Don't suspend disbelief: you end up in a basement and your mom thinks you ran away with a man called Texas.

B ad things can happen to anyone! Whether you leave or not.

so I should just do whatever I want? Don't care at all

If you want. I can't stop you!

-—·_``|^-_2o_:·★·:_o5_-^|"_·—–

`. .?.

Confidence !!! is key!!

you know he thought

He's meant to be Ferris Bueller. A fantasy. That guy's not real.

Who the fuck does he remind me of? I swear I've seen that face of his before.

Its own thing. It's its own thing. American Ghosts isn't bad, it's just not BBC ghosts. It's own things.

Blossom (her dad wrote a famous jingle)

9os sit com

Anyone could be the A story. I don't have to be the A story. Who else is around? When everyone is so, no one is it. Right?

4:14:54 ideo essay on my watch later

What did the author mean to make us think when he put Gatsby and Daisy in that scene together?

Tihnevy easret miygsatteory solvers

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熊刀

So in the eel dimension, things get a little mixed up. You guys will feel a little weird for some shirt while after you get home. But don't worry, it gets better.

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Tom and Jerry!

[basilfang]

i've never done anything wrong in my entire life except for all the wrong stuff i did