4/18/23

thank god this title is not anthropomorphic

 insistence

oh my god, i'm hardly ever here anymore - maybe there's a good reason - maybe there's a rebalancing on the other side of the void - now i'm waiting - for reasons to not edit - maintain a wavelength in a trough of habit, but freaky intolerable habit, when you're going round for another millennium, there's a thin shell of hell, only a few nanometers long but when you're inside that shell, before you've broken through, you can feel pain that will drag your neurons into its dilated dimension, time will stretch and you will suffer, you will know fear - there's panic and astonishment, it's not a joke when you're in it - but here it's a joke - but how long are you here?

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