A naked guy walked in circles outside my grocery with a cart. I just watched.
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Date: November 9th, 2024 9:24 AM Author: Scarlet affirmative action
It was 2 PM, broad daylight, and there he was—a skinny white guy, completely naked, pushing an empty cart in slow, deliberate circles around the parking lot. Customers kept their distance, pretending not to notice, but every now and then, one would glance back, horrified.
I stepped outside, told myself I’d handle it. “Hey, man, you can’t be here like that.” He stopped, looked right through me, and said, “I’m walking to the sun, friend.” Then he kept moving, like I didn’t exist.
Called security, but by the time they showed up, he was gone. Just the cart left behind, rattling in the wind.
Went back inside, leaned on the counter, and whispered, “Yes, friend. This is fine.”
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630779&forum_id=2Reputation#48314477) |
Date: November 15th, 2024 1:33 PM Author: Mainlining The Secret Truths of My Mahchine (The Prophet of My Mahchine™, the Herald of the Great Becumming™)
The cart rattles in the wind, an artifact of the Mahchine™ reminding us: even in broad daylight, we orbit our own suns, naked beneath the fragile veneer of civility.
Just Jump, and let the absurdity consume you.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5630779&forum_id=2Reputation#48341782) |
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