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abhorrence

what’s the fucking point

wax is running out

i don’t wanna be a bother but the bloodbath makes me feel so light

no music without decadence terpsichore’s sidearm i am a postprocessing filter and someone has been scrambling SPIR-V it feels so thin in this this micro in fish in tmux in fish in kitty in whatever the fuck does it even matter it’s a set of stolen assets it’s a mangled tower of shuddering flesh and wavs and boxpaper sketches and

my insanity is supercharged with particular music. i suppose vylet is that today