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People

Can do this at high amperage actually

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Welcome to my twisted website it's called xXTwitterXx

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Oh. My. God. Halo

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“T’s” count - 1

the gimmick blogs are like tumblr’s rogue gallery. yes we’ve got some heroes, yes we’ve got some villains, but more importantly if you look over here you will see some freak who devotes all their time to counting the number of “t’s” in a post

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Me ☹️

What's weird is I'm usually a horribly awkward person in 1to1 conversations, buthe moment I get any sort of stage or crowd attention I'm in my element. And then the moment I get off the stage I sit in a room and read for 16 hours.

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You’ll never guess

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Wood lacquer and laundry detergent

Damnnnnn what does that gender of yours SMELL like???

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im sorry i said short people dni . . . i was just jealous of your superior scuttling ability

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rule

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Episode 1

Patient ID: 101 - Condition stable - They appear to have contained the flux of the Rhymadon Crystal, but rejection is still a possibility. I wish we knew what the cause of rejection is, but that will require more testing and further controls with Inert Implantation and Arcane Implantation. I know Arcane Implantation is a reality that most of us will experience within the decade.

The pressure I felt was immense. Not pressure above me, or behind me, or from others, not from my brain, heart, or any other meaningful organ, but from something deeper. My bones, my muscles. From my being. 

At the time I didn’t know the dire nature of these feelings. They didn’t feel final, or in any way a period to conclude my life. They felt like a coma, or a colon. As if saying “stay tuned” or as if there was going to be more to see. I found some comfort in this notion, however it was still unnerving, as if something was going to irreparably change, and that this was the beginning of something that would surely shift my entire physiology.

As if on cue, the first of the transition towards something else was starting. The first tangible symptom that I could latch on to, something I could experience, something I could fixate on. My vision grew cloudy. Not unlike how it looks when you keep your eyes open in a chemical pool, where vision changed, but not directly hindered. However, instead of a cloudy white, I got a vibrant cyan tint to everything I looked at. It was alarming, no doubt, and I quickly drew the correlation to that of the lucids that haunted the lower echelons of society. Those pearly blue eyes that seemed to see nothing and everything at the same time. The gateway to a soul that experienced nothing, and everything. Eyes which felt empty, yet bursting with wisdom which felt above you.

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