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Me when provided with a possibility of challenging myself: BULLY! Adversity forges strong men. I welcome the possible conquest and thirst for the crucible. Stand aside lest the hardening of my vitality awe you too inspiringly

Me during challenge: owie this sucks

Throughout her life, my fiancée split teeny parts of herself and entrusted them to her friends, so that they may always know how much she holds them dear.

And I joyously go about behind her finding the little bits within them, making it almost a guarantee that I love them as well.

I’m growing out my hair and now I have a fringe that’s constantly blocking the upper side of my vision if I don’t hold it in place.

It bobs around as I walk, like a Heads Up Display.

I now have a HUD. And my HUD informs me constantly that I have hair.

I live

I cringe

I live again

If you think about it, the Buddhist concept of reincarnation was humanity’s first theorization of the afterlife with roguelike elements

To unga, perchance to bunga.

She thinks on my therefore until I am

Physics smashed itself together until it accidentally made a shoddy engine programmed to search eternally for self-renewal before it fizzles out. Optimization led to the development of ways to locate its own existence in the environment, polished into a crude sense of self. It stumbles through trillions of cause-and-effect, risk-and-reward, blackbox trials as its recursive replicas hurry to adapt. Eons shape its senses into a limited form of consciousness. Its perception and retention sharpen into something it called learning. It learned to ponder. It learned to question. It learned to yearn for answers. It manipulates matter outside of what it calls the self in a process it invented, named fabrication. It fabricated artifacts that aided in its yearning. At some point it made board games, which is at this point an unfathomably complex notion. So yeah I should buy another one, it’s morally corrupt to nature’s meaning not to.

Was IHOP called HOP before franchising to outside the US

As I’ve aged, I’ve:

- doubled in size

- started groaning loudly as I move

- found an appreciation for nuts and in-season, fresh produce

- become obsessed with stuff with which to scratch my back

- started napping haphazardly about my abode

- bought kilos of honey

I’ve grown into becoming a bear

My fiancée is the only one who’s employed and still manages to keep her baking hobbies alive.

She’s both the breadwinner and the breadmaker

Scythes are so freaking cool aesthetically and so powerful in its symbolism but I forget it’s just a big garden tool

If we just now came out with a personification for old gods of death, the Grim Reaper could possibly come about wielding a weed wacker

Yeah man idk I’m not feeling too hot rn. Can’t quite put my finger on it. I mean, I stopped taking the prevents-you-from-not-feeling-too-hot-rn pill for a week there but honestly I’m not entirely sure

Raisin Bran always boasts of two scoops but their tagline doesn’t change between box sizes

Two scoops of raisin amidst two million scoops of bran is still two scoops of raisin, even if your raisin density is now one ppm

Am I a victim of dilution

I tend to always pad my bowl with a fistful of my own raisins to feel the experience I’ve been promised

The little sun smiles at me as I’m forced to BYOR

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My psyche is cosmically scarred by the horrors of disordered eating. I limp through my days accompanied by the background hum of the desire to get junk food.

Not a scream. Not always, at least. Low and rumbling. Constant. Always present. Like a faraway storm that doesn’t dissipate.

The hollow voices murmur in a language I cannot comprehend. I know not their purpose nor their form - but somehow perfectly understand what they want of me.

I cannot escape the Golden Arches. As you barely come out of eyeshot of one, another reveals itself, mocking. Cathedrals, places of worship. Beacons. Signaling. Seductive. Ardent. Thirsty. I find myself at their door. How. How did I get here? I was home.

The hour grows late. I should turn back. I’m not even hungry. I had a meal but an hour ago.

Or did i? Perhaps I haven’t eaten for days. I can’t recall. No - surely. I feel nourished. Enough, at least. Complete? I wouldn’t say so. Not full, for that matter. My vision blurs. There’s definitely space. Some space. Wide space. Only. Space. Nothing else. Emptiness. I am nothing inside. I need more.

I am not myself. I perceive flashes of the world before me, distantly. I have no agency anymore. I become a witness to my own body. As if looking through a memory. I scream. Or try to. I have no air. Thrumming whispers come out of my mouth. Like a murmur. Low and rumbling. Constant.

I exist only to carry my cravings around. I open myself up, unfolding the entrances to within. The vacuum reveals itself. Loud whooshing takes hold. A deafening typhoon. All matter in front of me takes flight, thrust into the void where I stand. The sound is vibrating my skull. I cannot tell anything apart. I can only watch as the ceremony takes place. I cannot comprehend. All I feel is shaking. I am elated. Ecstasy, at last. I give in.

I come to. I don’t know what happened. I feel the embers of joy. Was I happy? I can’t tell what time it is. I see the paper scraps and wrappers around. Evidence. One?… Two? No. Three? Surely not, it wouldn’t have fit.

I feel sick. I feel great. I’m not doing ok. I’m bursting at the seams. I lay on my side and try to regather my thoughts. An errant idea, familiar and simple starts to burrow itself in the corner of my consciousness. I massage my abdomen. That feels a bit better. I belch and it feels like something shifts within. That’s good. Doesn’t feel like bursting anymore. Feels pretty ok actually. I sigh and get up to drink some water.

Actually you know what, that wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been. Not as bad as last time at least. I’m not *full* full. I’m quite alright. Honestly, could’ve been worse. Could’ve maybe had another one, even. There’s still space. Some space. Wide space. Only. My vision blurs. The errant idea reveals itself. I could eat. Too little too late I notice the murmurs had been there once more. Low and rumbling. I’m loving it.

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Kristin read through this and said I should show it to my therapist

ha ha ha ha you see Kristin, that would make it real ha ha ha silly Kristin!!

no dude hehe trust me man that’s exactly what i saw hehe i promise i didn’t make it up, go spread my story please dude, you gotta tell people the lore hehe yesss hehe go tell my lore to the folk hehehe wait what no that’s not a weird way to say that hehe im not trying to do anything man trust me hehe its just lore for folk out there hehe the folk need lore hehehe nah dude thats what i saw i swear hehe cmon dude yeah go tell the folk lore hehehehe yeah man

The way that the full art mythic is always one pack away, call that Edge of Eternity

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