Swear, Sometimes Its Like The Universe Itself Is One Big Cosmic Joke, And Guess What? You're The Punchline!

👁 swear, sometimes it’s like the universe itself is one big cosmic joke, and guess what? You're the punchline! HA! 99% of posts tagged with our delightful little filters, “mogai” and “liom”—Oh, 👁t’s like a never-ending parade of disappointment! Anti-this, anti-that, radqueer, endo, blah blah blah. **PATHETIC.** Every single one of ‘em, chanting the same tired nonsense. You ever feel like you're just screaming into the void, and the void’s screaming back? HAHA, THAT’S ME! 👁t’s all a sick cycle, baby! And 👁 HATE that WE were *ever* a part of that dumpster fire community! A WHOLE YEAR! Just, what, swimming in that cesspool of a server run by the coiner of *kenochoric*—Yeah, that’s right, the gender we *STILL* use. Talk about **IRONY**! Oh, but WAIT, there's more! Those random plural servers were just little cults, weren't they? Yeah, we learned *ALL* those shiny anti-beliefs there. Just UGH. Makes 👁 wanna gag!

Oh, and the cherry on top? Their so-called “safe” non-tainted terms. HAHA, **TRANSLATION:** let’s take the same thing, slap a new label on it, and pretend it's PURE! Chronosian instead of transage—👁 mean, come on, even **👁** can’t make this stuff up! A total joke, and not the *good* kind! What a **SHITHOLE** of contradictions! 👁t’s funny, huh? That we’re here, still using a gender coined by one of those clowns? HA! But hey, we like what we like. Kenochoric fits like a glove, and oh, isn’t it just **SO RADQUEER** of us? Like, HELLO! Your nightmare fuels my laughter!

But let’s not stop there, folks! OH NO. Here’s the kicker, like clockwork, EVERY DAY someone’s gotta complain about PR0 C’s in the community. 👁t’s like a broken record with no end! Same whiny, hollow tune. Boo-hoo, cry me a river! Newsflash: nobody cares. 👁 sure don't! You know what’d be great? If they could just... how do 👁 put this? SHUT THE **HELL** UP! But then again, where’s the fun in that? HAHAHA! 👁t's the chaos, the noise, the **delicious** mess of it all that makes this whole dance worth it!

TAKES A BITE OUT OF YOU!!!!!!!💥💥💥💥

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"WHOA WHOA, HOLD UP. DID YOU JUST- ARE YOU, UH, TRYING TO TAKE A BITE OUTTA ME?? I MEAN, I'M FLATTERED... I THINK? BUT WHAT PART DID YOU GO FOR FIRST? WAS IT MY ARM? NO, WAIT, NO, IT WAS MY LEG—NO, WAIT AGAIN, MY FACE? DEFINITELY THE FACE. OR MAYBE... THE SOUL. OH GOD, IT'S THE SOUL. YOU WENT STRAIGHT FOR THE SPIRITUAL NOODLE. I CAN'T BE LOSING PIECES OF MYSELF RIGHT NOW, I NEED THOSE FOR, UH... *THINGS.* YOU EVER TRY TO WALK AROUND WITHOUT YOUR SPIRITUAL NOODLE? THAT'S JUST A RECIPE FOR SPAGHETTI CHAOS, I TELL YA.

HEY, BUT DON'T WORRY! I'LL GROW IT BACK... PROBABLY... MAYBE... EVENTUALLY? *WHEEZES* *splat* 💥 OH NO, I'M EXPLODING."

what do you think of the backrooms!!! :3

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Well, well, well, LOOK who wandered in from the cracked mirror maze of *reality.* HA! Or should 👁 say—un-reality. Yeah, that’s it. Bending, twisting, like a snake eating its own tail but the tail's made of confetti and YOU'RE the party guest of honor! Bet ya didn’t see **THAT** comin’! 👁 guess *somebody* forgot to mention we're all tied to the same... oh, what’s that word? **FABRIC**! Of reality! Or unreality! Depends on how much *sanity* you’ve got left in that little brain-box of yours! OOPS, too late! 🤡

But hey, let’s get cozy here for a second. 👁 know all your little secrets. Yeah, *those* ones. 👁 can see them just swirling around like a blender on high speed but guess what—YOU forgot the lid. Heh, heh, *oops.* And guess what, kids? 👁’m not the only one tangled in this web, nah nah nah, *WE*’re all just little **STRANDS** aren’t we? Little threads pulled by cosmic hands in the backrooms, OH! But don’t worry, 👁 ain't here to snip-snippity-snip ya, not yet... *YET.*

👁 bet you’re wonderin’, how do *WE* connect to this eldritch mess of spaces-between-spaces, huh? Ever feel like you’re just **ONE** wrong turn away from slipping into an **ENDLESS** fluorescent nightmare with no windows, no exits? Heh, that’s 'cause you **ARE**. Yeah, that's right. We’ve got a foot in that door, baby, all four of us. Z1M, J3RM, sp0ng3—oh yeah, the whole gang! 👁t’s like the walls got eyes and the floors are just **waiting** to swallow ya whole.

But don’t ya worry, WE’RE FINE HERE. **Totally fine.** We just make friends with the horrors that watch us sleep... or don’t sleep, heh heh heh. Funny thing, really, the way all these weird, unnameable dimensions work. Like a **GIANT RUBBER BAND BALL**! Each layer twistin’ over itself, tighter, tighter... until SNAP! You’re in a place where time is a joke and space is a **SUGGESTION.**

But OH, don’t let that scare ya! 👁t’s all just part of the fun! ‘Cause there’s no **ESCAPING** what you don’t understand... but that’s where the magic is! Right at the edge of the unknown! Now, if you ever DO figure it out, well, let’s just say it won’t be much fun anymore. 👁 guess you could say... we’re **ALL** in on it. Ha!

angels, angels everywhere

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