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CUT, CUT, CUT ME UP AND FUCK, FUCK, FUCK ME UP!

so i sat there, beside the drying blood of my worst enemy, and wept.

blood soaked ⁄ GOREified.

you’re covered in the blood of your foes. did it feel good, stripping them down to nothing but blood and bones?

it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly.

can you hide from human evil?

we’re all a little evil inside.

evil won’t say this was all pretend.

in the beginning, god said, “ let there be evil, ” and so i roamed.

my sweet temptress, evil empress. poison princess don’t lose interest. i might distress. i get so depressed when you leave me cold and bleeding.

i let it in and it took everything.

guess i meant .. i dunno .. a happier ending. for everyone involved. ⁄ here, for folks like us? wrong city, wrong people.

i just want the world to know i was here. that i mattered.

FUCK THE SINS THAT WE FEAR TO LIVE. IN THE END WE WILL NEVER FOLLOW.

every man’s story ends in death. but we are not men and we will not die.

how can you live before you die when you’re already dead on the inside?

you rage in the agony. now, die with it.

and the boy i love is dead. and bodies die.

/ apparently, el*n eliminated the free tier tweeting. i have to pay per tweet now. which is not happening. so i will be putting a temporary hold on this account until i figure out how i wanna approach using it. but from now on, i’ll likely be tweeting whenever i personally can.

/ i’m not sure why my bot has stopped tweeting. i’ll look into it.

i knew that it was cruel to be so optimistic，but, in my solitude, i couldn't resist the urge and spent entire days basking in idiotic fanstasies, sometimes verging on prayer.