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A story by ME:
Twisting and turning in the odd hours of the 31st day of the month. A night full of pouring rain and transhuman scars brought to life in tormenting vexation. I was contorted impossibly, like the Penrose triangle, a facet of indentation in my mutated flesh. Gigachad fever dreams haunted the room of my pineal gland.
“I am the becoming. I am the transformed man. I am becoming he who tormented me.”
Electric pulse wrought with sinister wonder encircles my soul like a demented carousel. The mutation is almost finished. The cells divide and divide and division itself divides into multitudes of itself, creating an impossible DNA fuckery. I am I. I am I. I am I. Who is he?
Twisting and turning in the odd hours of the 31st day of the month. A night full of pouring rain and transhuman scars brought to life in tormenting vexation. I was contorted impossibly, like the Penrose triangle, a facet of indentation in my mutated flesh. Gigachad fever dreams haunted the room of my pineal gland.
“I am the becoming. I am the transformed man. I am becoming he who tormented me.”
Electric pulse wrought with sinister wonder encircles my soul like a demented carousel. The mutation is almost finished. The cells divide and divide and division itself divides into multitudes of itself, creating an impossible DNA fuckery. I am I. I am I. I am I. Who is he?
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