why does redbull's original flavour taste so good i love chemimcals (i still have the free redbull i got before)
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surrounded by echoes of an annoying-but-poisonously-wistful inescapable past, i didnt want to literally re-live this
concede sincere identity or sow pointless relational self-sabotage
vaguely/partially false dichotomy but the fickle dramatized impression of a self-destructive ultimatum remains when i do happen to value those things
i guess it gives more dream-material to play with or re-examine, that could be fun
i still the one with that cult leader where he zip-collared me (idk how to describe the details of how this mechanically worked) and it triggered and its metal wiry zipper-prongs bore deep into me while crushing my trachea because i didnt give a good enough devotee performance even though dreamself had been fawning grossly hard
it was funny and i kinda fixated on him with great sincerity (i also assume the thin wispy pale mysterious archetype won some points), and i probably attached to something about my relationship with that oppressive atmosphere and these people in these neat little places (bathroom-like poolrooms-like mazes, concrete halls and ambiguous walls of aquarium-tank glass)... other fictional cultists that resided throughout these places include a scientist with a clipboard and some indistinct figures at the periphery, indifferent to the leader walking in with this soon-to-be-collared mess of a non-person following behind, that response from them seemed quite funny
did not appreciate the pain and suffocation in the moment but savory dream-thrills tended to retroactively make up for things even during more real consequences (sudden and momentary violent muscle spasms, or sore locked-down muscle paralysis where it takes immense effort to yank a limb to life)
but when its so intoxicating idrk how to respond but to be fascinated
i get some of this sense of anticipatory intoxication from these recent real-life contexts
not remotely the same but the contexts and subsequent feelings i gather from them draw a lot of associations in common
concede sincere identity or sow pointless relational self-sabotage
vaguely/partially false dichotomy but the fickle dramatized impression of a self-destructive ultimatum remains when i do happen to value those things
i guess it gives more dream-material to play with or re-examine, that could be fun
i still the one with that cult leader where he zip-collared me (idk how to describe the details of how this mechanically worked) and it triggered and its metal wiry zipper-prongs bore deep into me while crushing my trachea because i didnt give a good enough devotee performance even though dreamself had been fawning grossly hard
it was funny and i kinda fixated on him with great sincerity (i also assume the thin wispy pale mysterious archetype won some points), and i probably attached to something about my relationship with that oppressive atmosphere and these people in these neat little places (bathroom-like poolrooms-like mazes, concrete halls and ambiguous walls of aquarium-tank glass)... other fictional cultists that resided throughout these places include a scientist with a clipboard and some indistinct figures at the periphery, indifferent to the leader walking in with this soon-to-be-collared mess of a non-person following behind, that response from them seemed quite funny
did not appreciate the pain and suffocation in the moment but savory dream-thrills tended to retroactively make up for things even during more real consequences (sudden and momentary violent muscle spasms, or sore locked-down muscle paralysis where it takes immense effort to yank a limb to life)
but when its so intoxicating idrk how to respond but to be fascinated
i get some of this sense of anticipatory intoxication from these recent real-life contexts
not remotely the same but the contexts and subsequent feelings i gather from them draw a lot of associations in common
i just want a mate...
you just Want,, To Mate??!?
i just want a mate!!
well you're not Mating with Me, sunshine!
...
here birdie birdie !! hiiii im here :)
dying in dismalland
o, fledgling flock of jaded doves...
let not the seed of sin sour your souls but may you soar with the sovereign sun who sets your flight alight through shining skies ^-^
you just Want,, To Mate??!?
i just want a mate!!
well you're not Mating with Me, sunshine!
...
here birdie birdie !! hiiii im here :)
dying in dismalland
o, fledgling flock of jaded doves...
let not the seed of sin sour your souls but may you soar with the sovereign sun who sets your flight alight through shining skies ^-^