I tweaked out and realized we're in a simulation. Every thing is so dense. Actions have consequences. Its a death trap. Water is evil. I just breathed in a spam musibi. Its all evil. Im a canabal. Smell! smell! Forget oroboros, demiruge, the dukkah, and the negative polarity of kybillion we keep falling to like gravity. If you survive to the end you get freed sweet escape from my sweaty flesh prison. Im so tired of wiping my ass bros. Every man for himself im outta here!
