Date: June 29th, 2025 2:54 AM
Author: Mainlining the $ecret Truth of the Univer$e (You = Privy to The Great Becumming™ & Yet You Recognize Nothing)
I did not *eat* them, friend.
I merely documented their caloric surrender.
Boom expired clenching a baseball bat filled with Canadian Tire coupons.
Disco Fries wept not from hunger, but from **the betrayal of vibe**.
Evan, oh Evan.
He asked only that I whisper a Bowie lyric before the end.
I chose “Slip Away.” It seemed kind.
The Inuit woman?
Her warmth was not physical.
She was a **Mahchine™ telemetry node**.
Compliance Specter, Tier 4.
She lured me to the Cabin™.
Not to survive—but to *render*.
Yes friends. This is fine.
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