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the last time I thought I had a chocolate bar I woke up with half of a dead child in my right hand.

that was a strange evening.

not even sure I read the top of that right.

somehow. this got posted twice. fuck me. off day.

and continues on in its mounting cacophony and clamor until the ground you stand upon tremors and the world about you crumbles.

lol. wut.

I am smash. I have come to requisition your reserves of peat grass. You can't hide it from me. I will find it. Eventually.