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my scapegoat is eating your straw man

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hey i forgot i could post here anyway saw and danganronpa crossover

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☕️postcanon designs w/ headcanons (part one : shuake )

spoilers for persona 5 royal i think. yeah be careful

they get coffee for each other.

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c(lies)anse: is the lie even that less real than the true? is the unreal and unnatural as fake as this walled zoo? beautiful natural gardens shift in hue and what the hue-man takes as true is the "unaltered" stasis of you? the great, never-changing one. after all, if it's great, change is not needed! the status quo will fix itself, and the roaches will eat it! we gotta feed the roaches somehow! any ideas now?

what if you force-feed me lies until they spill out of the sides of my mouth and then take me to lie on a bed of peach stones? case study 0013 cannot be observed any longer as he is absorbed in himself with the one he sees in the water. son reflet. it gets awfully tedious to watch him fawn over himself again and again. luckily, he will drink up your untruths eagerly. bottles upon broken bottles of cherry wine lay near his fragile glass corpse, they are gifts from his alcoholic father. there are 76 in total. 34 of them have been gifted to the reflection. the others are the ones he treats himself with, but little does 0013 know, he is being poisoned with the words of his puppeteers through quote-unquote alcoholism

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nine hundred nanometers

the vista here is abhorrent, not recommended to anyone who can only be no more than human, but not pleasant creatures as normal as us either. just a mass of unlikeable parts without the mass itself eight hundred nanometers i can almost see it from here. just outside the oddities' vision, it looks beautiful from as you'd hear from anyone who's made poor decisions. almost there. poetically close and far. almost there. you can't see the stars for what they really are. almost there. they know what you are but refuse to be conscious. almost there. supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

seven hundred nanometers viscera. guts. passion. blood. a trail of blood in a children's hospital. muscle. the color left by the kisses on your sternocleidomastoid, only seen by those who dare not believe in what the eyes deceive. paranoid. blood rush, blush palettes. candied apples and the likes six hundred nanometers the brown in the eyes lit by fire. a beautiful night beyond pyre. rust, decay. terracotta and clay. apathetically lifted in ire five hundred nanometers the jade glimmers bright peacocks by the morning sun the first future sound four hundred nanometers oh we have arrived! what joy. what joy! the amethysts and the poisonous frogs! the grapes! the lavender! the wisteria! the unquenchable thirst ever satiated by the passing by of time and space

GOODBYE!! fall away at once. no point in normalcy, you see, sea, say, no, how? at least your sentences are semi-coherent. i would love it if you took me away and removed my visceral organs. i apologize for metal and paper and stone and the way i simply cannot function as a human. i am me. i am you. i am him. i am us. i am everything and nothing at once why can't you SEE THAT SO CLEARLY. refer to me as "protagonist" once more and i will plan my own execution. music is welcome. the only refreshment provided is my heart, which, despite not being very large, can certainly satisfy those with purple coursing through their minds. it's all blue from here

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i have never been told that i disgust someone, but it honestly sounds like music to my ears. look at us! we're all slowly falling apart at the seams, poorly made marionnettes. correct? correct? correct? tearing into paper skin paper bones paper. it's all paper ? it always has been there was no point in asking in the first place

#prev !! #i'm sorry for the extremely loud incorrect buzzer but the lack of warnings is part of the message somehow. i just havent figured it out #something something creator chose not to include warnings

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lies lies lies they're all lies. cleanse lies that base the real? there must be a -there must what the real may be if not based on facts? lies? unthinkable lies. lies. lies. they're ALL lies. cleanse the real is based off the truth, and what is true is real - no no no the real is based off the known, regardless of truthfullness the real is based off the lies, the lies lies lies. THEY'RE ALL LIES. cleanse the truth can only be described by things that are true. the truth is human and humans are true and perfect. only truth remains. true, unfiltered truth. reality can't be constructed. it's true. the truthful told me so. "what if the truthful lied?" ? what a stupid question. the truthful cannot LIES LIES LIES THEY ARE ALL LIES LIES LIES LIES THEY ARE ALL cleanse THEY ARE ALL Cleanse. THEY ARE ALL LIES CLEANSE. whew, almost got me there i'm thankful for the cleanse cleanse cLeanse cLIeanse cLIEanse cLIESanse LIES LIES LIES. they are ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LIESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

what if you force-feed me lies until they spill out of the sides of my mouth and then take me to lie on a bed of peach stones? case study 0013 cannot be observed any longer as he is absorbed in himself with the one he sees in the water. son reflet. it gets awfully tedious to watch him fawn over himself again and again. luckily, he will drink up your untruths eagerly. bottles upon broken bottles of cherry wine lay near his fragile glass corpse, they are gifts from his alcoholic father. there are 76 in total. 34 of them have been gifted to the reflection. the others are the ones he treats himself with, but little does 0013 know, he is being poisoned with the words of his puppeteers through quote-unquote alcoholism

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you m¡ght not th¡nk there ¡s one, and to be fa¡r, ¡t looks l¡ke so, but you could not be wronger! ¡f ¡t's paper, you can fold ¡t ¡nto or¡gam¡ and create so much more value be ¡t emot¡onal, poet¡cal or even just monetary. ¡f ¡t's not, theres so much that can be and also so many ways to deal w¡th ¡t that ¡t seems laughable

no po!nt? bullsh!t. even !n the case !t may be actually fall!ng apart, there !s so much that can be done w!th anyth!ng w!th the r!ght att!tude, people and resources. whether you do or not !s but a matter of can you afford yourself the luxury of feel!ng better.

i have never been told that i disgust someone, but it honestly sounds like music to my ears. look at us! we're all slowly falling apart at the seams, poorly made marionnettes. correct? correct? correct? tearing into paper skin paper bones paper. it's all paper ? it always has been there was no point in asking in the first place

#NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?

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the past of red and future blue that mesh so well and back into a purple mess the mind obsessed with what may be and what will do and due to brains and eyes and nose, that didn't read or write the prose, the poetry and tree that rose from purple red and blue and moseyed over back to somewhere near and out the back of and tracked them either didn't care or didn't hear the new assignment so to speak: it's not really all that blue

GOODBYE!! fall away at once. no point in normalcy, you see, sea, say, no, how? at least your sentences are semi-coherent. i would love it if you took me away and removed my visceral organs. i apologize for metal and paper and stone and the way i simply cannot function as a human. i am me. i am you. i am him. i am us. i am everything and nothing at once why can't you SEE THAT SO CLEARLY. refer to me as "protagonist" once more and i will plan my own execution. music is welcome. the only refreshment provided is my heart, which, despite not being very large, can certainly satisfy those with purple coursing through their minds. it's all blue from here

#i guess it's just something people do?

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ya chief i cant counter-poetry-argue that one if its written in baguetteguillotine

non, c'est la phobie réelle, et non seulement parlant du vomissement de mes mots. je ne crois pas que je puisse me lever parce que je veux fermer mes yeux et ne jamais les ouvrir. et si ce maudit treize m'appelle avec le nom que j'utilise plus et je perds my footing, my hold on reality. you'd like that

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HANNIGRAM HANNIGRAM

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i think it would be more of "owner" than mother as for the third one, no idea who the last mutual is

the genie when i use all three wishes for "girl": ????

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thats how @118sexen and @mintyflavoredtea were made

the genie when i use all three wishes for "girl": ????

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*puts on thigh highs*

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this is what GOOD pussy sounds like [geiger counter noises]

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still fuckin hate that “bee-free honey” that’s made from……… apples. bitch who you think sexed up those apples

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despite allegations i am not obsessed with @118sexen