Whenever I’m ordering out for more supplies, IE. eyeliner and lubrication, I keep hitting the wrong button on my IG phone and eliminating my entire family. Sure they’re easy and cheap to replicate. But afterwards I always feel a bit weird and I don’t dream for weeks. Remember before the conscious expansion how most everyone took dreams for granted? Now they are more valuable than silence. And I’m talking real silence, not that fake shit they sell online.
People need to realize, I’m just like every other blogger out there, bitching about my hopeless boring life. Only I’m from the future/past where our core has expanded at such a rapid rate that everything has collapsed in upon itself creating one giant cluster fuck of a cocaine orgy/dying singular consciousness, so that just kinda makes things sound cool and interesting. Trust us, its not. Its just like now as it always is.
