BigJimsWornOutTires
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It was cringey, ngl. I kept asking people what the fuck is a secretary of decorations? A necktie told me, “You decorate shit, the fuck you think?”
I told him, “Fuck decorations, just give me the money.”
“You are indeed a politician,” the feller said. He offered me his hand, and I accepted. He concluded, “Congratulations, buddy. You are now one of us.”
On a side note, something isn’t right with the king right now. I don’t know what, but I was informed by the Collective during deep unconsciousness. I can’t imply anything because of how creepy our nation is, ugh, profound paranoia, you could say. But it's inside the DNA that’s shared with the pre and post-range.
These types of dreams aren’t from my consciousness. I know mine like the front of my body when admiring the mirror. This dream came from the Collective.
I told him, “Fuck decorations, just give me the money.”
“You are indeed a politician,” the feller said. He offered me his hand, and I accepted. He concluded, “Congratulations, buddy. You are now one of us.”
On a side note, something isn’t right with the king right now. I don’t know what, but I was informed by the Collective during deep unconsciousness. I can’t imply anything because of how creepy our nation is, ugh, profound paranoia, you could say. But it's inside the DNA that’s shared with the pre and post-range.
These types of dreams aren’t from my consciousness. I know mine like the front of my body when admiring the mirror. This dream came from the Collective.
