For whatever reason you refuse to feel this space we’re in, to know its insanity, really know it, whatever your particular anaesthetic is, that you hold onto so desperately. The thing I mean that makes you think you know who you are. Whatever that thing is that you allow to keep you sane, your ace in your hole, the psyche that keeps you from trying to guess what your pimp has in store for you, whatever keeps you from screaming out at this very moment in absolute and sheer horror, whatever you fuck your brain with, whatever that is, WHATEVER that is, it’s a lie. It’s a lie.
— Alabama 3
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Holy catchup, Batman.
No, that wasn’t one insane day. That was the 10 days or so that Lifestream’s autopost was busted.
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