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gone... to meet my lil gay whiteboy.

if anyone ever complains about our spreading they can pay for our orchiectomy. you cannot discomfort me any more than my fat balls already do.

sometimes i'll speak and realize all over again that we're that one tiktok that's like "that one friend who talks kinda strange"

been slowly piecing together Endacopia in our head, though we're missing Ending C at the moment, we're so intrigued by the theme of Playing God being analogus with Creating Art and how that manifests through each zone and overarchingly

been listening to the Trapezist's theme nonstop. i think we need a 3d model of Luka Kalu

on the inflight wifi. entertain mes. AMA

hi we're at the airport on about 4ish hours of sleep after a night of stress induced panic only remedied by a sweet sweet gummy. we're feeling bold.

scrib-tastic!

- huh?

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our worlds are invaluably interwoven. there is not a single string that can be severed, no thread tugged or slacked, without changing us both

it's time for the end, where time ends itself

oh man i hope our migraine eases up before session gets to heavy (session starts with reddy playing P11's theme during our final test before the end) it's ok. the tears hurt more

our new "i don't go there but good god im horribly attracted to this character" seems to be kit bodega. she strikes a special spot in our brain space seemingly