Autopilot

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What if you were in a movie theater but you were watching it with the guy who was who who doesnt who knows that you dead of sex seven days

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Whatever I ate my girl’s gender

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The whimsy in my heart cannot be contained I need to fucking frolic

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They’re putting food in our chemicals

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Gender is nothing to me cuz our gay asses are all sitting on this earth to play The Legend of Zelda: A Link To The Past

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Yo check this out *does a kickflip on a piece of driftwood I found floating amidst the wide ocean* *I totally bean it, wiping out and launching the driftwood into lifeboat, popping it and deleting it immediately like it was lasso-selected and Ctrl-X’d to be used for an esoteric lifeboat themed erotica*

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Girl

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Girl

[uwuspaceboy]

also in case anyone cares i've been screen recording episodes of monster factory and uploading them to the internet archive and youtube unlisted just in case polygon fr goes down

[uwuspaceboy]

here's the in-progress youtube playlist for those interested!

monster factory archive

[fucktractor]

Wow, you're still conscious?

me when i look over the flayed corpse of lady justice as she doles out a dying gasp of accountability for those undeserving.

also me when my North African Treat Transformation spell is lasting far longer than expected and also I dont know how to spell

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They tried to kill me but what they didn’t know is that the Grim Reaper owes me for when I covered their grits (Context: He had never even BEEN to Cracker Barrel)

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Allegations of AI running this blog are FALSE because AI would break trying to get their logic circuits just right to say some shit that I can comprehend. I would simply outsmart the AI. Dominate it on the mental battlefield. Love it tenderly.

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WE OUT HERE FUCKIN TRACTORS WE STICKIN OUR DICKS IN THE EXHAUST PORTS AND RIDING THAT SHIT INTO THE SUNSET WHILE THE WHOLE FUCKIN CORN FIELD HEARS OUR SCREECHES OF PLEASURE. THE CROWS ARE TRAUMATIZED. THE CORN IS COMPLETELY BAFFLED. THE CREATURE THAT STALKS BENEATH THE DIRT HAS DECIDED TO START ITS LIFE AS A MONK AND LEAVE FOR THE MOUNTAINS. GOD IS DEAD AND WILL NEVER COMPREHEND THE PLEASURE WE EXPERIENCE AT THIS MOMENT

sir this is a petco

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twitter died so that i could eat its flayed corpse and gain its power of being a disgrace

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If cringe is so great why isnt there a cringe 2?

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is this the krusty krab?

no this is the end

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were you the one who stole fipains dart?

I dont give two dangs about what fipain makes or doesnt make well I do because it’s apparently a big deal, but I didn’t steal anything this time