this post is a manifestation. an abomination. this twisted creature is the hellchild of a ménage à trois—a macabre undoing of whatever holy thread remained tethered here.
there is no divinity
Just kidding—it’s not that bad. But it is a malformation of some squished prompts blended in my brain, soaked up, bled out through a black tongue, onto some page som…
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