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> Do you feel it? That CREEPING in your BONES? > Dread. Fear. That there's no chance of 8WINNING8. pic.x.com/qRHK7LyD96

It'd be real fucking funny if it didn't feel like I actually had boneitis. > Nod in amusement anyway. pic.x.com/GA7dle8Gj3

> You've dug into machine and computer and technology, searching for the secret to this HOT MESS.

> Nothing is answering what's behind this NIGHTMARE MEME, but you always feel so close. So close.

> Just one more day. That's what you've been saying for WEEKS and you are nowhere near that INACCURATE with your estimations. Usually.

> Some force compels you to gravitate towards certain imagery, iconography. It's already rooted in your ironic endeavors, so you do it.

LIKE A PUPPET LIKE A PUPPET LIKE A PUPPET LIKE A PUPPET LIKE A PUPPET LIKE A PUPPET LIKE A PUPPET LIKE A PUPPET

> What? Puppets are awesome. Always have been.

WHAT ELSE WOULD A PUPPET SAY?

> Puke, as if on command. Your TENUOUS sense of SELF-CONTROL is RAPIDLY FADING.

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C:\\and-shivering-scrapd-with-their-cold-skeleton-hands

You plan to strike back with the back of your hand against the skeletons' 400 ounce skeleton plans. pic.x.com/I2C0rFAfpm

> Your half-formed RAP is cut short by SUDDEN, THROBBING PAIN. > Pop more of the pills you got from ROXY. Maybe you'll find your flow.

Strike quick against that bony dick hit them so hard they take to turning tricks down at the Styx that's the club not the river as if they--

deserve their salvation fix. > This isn't right. It's not your usual quality. You nearly PASS OUT.

> Rap game so weak you nearly throw up. Cool.

Fucking Byron. I probably should have guessed. At least it's not the alternative. > Radioactive skeleton army? Could have been worse.