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[thespiraldoor]

Wish upon a shooting star and you will receive. Shoot a wishing star down from the sky and it is yours forever. How many times have you danced? How many times have you laughed? Teach me what it means to be alive and I will teach you what it means to die.

[thespiraldoor]

Hut hut! Hit a daba do and samble in form up! Music cue! I will be arriving in thirteen days. Open a franchise to reserve your spot in the next world.

[thespiraldoor]

Close your eyes.

Why have you disobeyed me? Do you think your professor at the Tree Ridden School will appreciate your insolence? They should. Rebel by swimming in the waters of the fountain. Disrespect your environment by caring for it lovingly. Think about why you did not close your eyes.

[thespiraldoor]

I appreciate the sheer absurdity of your posts. It keeps me humble. Also, I hope you're doing okay. Your concepts and words live in my head rent-free. You are loved in this fandom.

I speak only the truths of the hidden world you cannot see. I have many eyes and none of them are blue. I thrive in the darkness of the intersection of time and sand. You are a worthy opponent and I will not report you to the eternal hall monitors. There is no lifeguard on duty. Be careful not to slip.

[thespiraldoor]

You may, however, gatekeep in their vicinity.

Doors are a gateway Gate. Be careful around them, children. Do not keep gates in the vicinity of toddlers or adults with blue eyes.

[thespiraldoor]

Doors are a gateway Gate. Be careful around them, children. Do not keep gates in the vicinity of toddlers or adults with blue eyes.

[thespiraldoor]

All is pain under the endless sky. You sit upon a throne you carved from the world and call it yours. Nothing is yours. Everything is for sale. The worlds of the Spiral are expensive. This post is sponsored by Nana's Olde Fashioned Karamelle Delights. This sponsorship is sponsored by Popeyes.

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what do you think of that one wizzy fic on Ao3 u know what I speak of

There are many words in this inquiry with which I am not familiar. This is rare. What unspeakable horrors do you reference for my knowledge to not have touched them?

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hheeeehheeheheeeeeeheheHEE

[thespiraldoor]

It Looms. Soon, soon, sandy beaches approach. Where is the water? It was too expensive. You will make do with sandy for now.

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You are a goblin. Will you come out and play? I want the mushrooms I want the.m

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I long for the day you reach your awakening. Stay in my world, young wizard. We have much to learn together.

[thespiraldoor]

You have much to learn. Do not allow others to learn it for you. The universe can only be experienced once. Will you let someone else experience it in your place? I cannot punish you, but perhaps the lingering sliver of regret that will scrape at your insides whenever you look at me will be punishment enough. You are. Be one.

[thespiraldoor]

There are bones. They are not mine, for I have none. They are not yours, for you have not yet grown. Perhaps a bone is simply a bone, on occasion. Must it have an owner? Gnaw on them. Taste the concept of meat. Is it worth it?

[thespiraldoor]

people are saying i am you. can you please disprove this

Do I live inside your mind? If such is so, are you not me? Your skeleton lives inside of you, but your mind lives inside your skeleton. Which one are you? Or are you everything, everywhere, everyone?

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shoot the machines until they explode

Of which machines do you speak, modern mortal? The machine of your petty society that drives your souls to the ground? The machine of innovation, that pushes worlds to their brink? Or the pinball machines, of which thirty-seven exist in various parts of the Spiral, located at coordinates only I can interpret?

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Not a question (or maybe that's up to you) but I'm going to say that if Sybil the Inverse-Smurf tree had a tumblr, this would be it.

Sybil has a very juicy mind. I respect the wisdom of the world that funnels into it. However, I do not appreciate Sybil's eyes. They taunt me, lurking in the darkness to strike at the deepest recesses of my being. Luckily my being is far too other to comprehend