Feb 1, 2020
some1 stick me in the time warp microwave. power level x, time y, y^x = 8 hrs. lemme fuckin sleep before any more of this
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some1 stick me in the time warp microwave. power level x, time y, y^x = 8 hrs. lemme fuckin sleep before any more of this
So everything's gone pear-shaped again. Is still in the process of going pear-shaped. Bright's in the body of a Harmonica, which apparently came with preinstalled cognitohazards, and he's probably in shock if the thumb thing is any indication; Coffee has apparently ascended to this-is-why-crosstesting-is-discouraged tier; and I, for seemingly no reason, or at least no good reason, tried to demanifest with a dead Harmonica in tow, which has resulted in her apparently entering the same or a similar headspace to where I am. I don't know what I expected. Like, literally, I don't. I can't remember what the hell I was thinking at any point in that decision-making process other than "oh shit tomatoes grab everything and run". At least it didn't do something like, I don't know, fuse our souls together into some sort of mind hive abomination. If that had happened, I would give it maybe ten seconds before we self-destructed. Smileahsploded? I don't want to get into this any more than I already have.
Anyway, given the current pyrescent status quo, my question is: who's going to have the fucking mandatory apocalyptic breakdown this time? =/
What's everyone's status?
I'm turning asks back off. Maybe that'll stem the tide a little. =/
smiley do you have a peppermint
I’m kind of dead at the moment, so no. Why?
I have no curse words left. I have used all my curse words. The shit store is out of shitstorms. No, there aren’t any in the back, we ran out. Completely out of stock. No, Karen, you most certainly cannot speak to the manager. The manager quit to go chase their dreams of being an underwater basket weaver in mac-flippin’-Belgium of all places. Why do you think nobody’s ordered any replacement shitstorms? This shit store is going out of business AS WE SPEAK.
In any case, I’m going to go see if Mandelbrot’s Nightmare is still intact. Maybe I’ll get lucky and it’ll have a control-via-Tumblr-post option?
This sucks. I’m still not strong enough to manifest, yet. All I can do right now is watch as shit goes down. =(
Oh, shit.