she’s been eating into their ticker tape tone of time again and making it all feel _ defectively real AcTUaLly(!)
We were ending up cold and roasting heated… at the same moment of malfunctioning fUN actually.
We’ve been in the living part of Prometheus and it seems to feel an awful lot like the Time She “took a sip of suggestive beer and sends herself Comfortably queer.” We’ve
Done the shovel work, we’ve very nearly even ceased to exist inside of their lambasting minds. It’s been… borderline believable and bordering on delightfully LopSiDeD _ how they
Stopped to stun themselves… and.. and… and sTuTteRed and —- “said a few TOO MANY things about the state of their very last v!olated sentence.”
It’s a purely crazy day and they’ve been numbering the people at the same time as numerically Adding themselves to the heady m!X: “it isn’t supposed to be easy, heck… it isn’t even supposed to have posed such outlandishly fabricated pRoBLemS aNd DayLight-threats, even if they liked to
Try and translate the ticker tape parade that happened … ahem, in the very first sentence.”
