I still get a chuckle when I think of how all the bouji imbeciles who ran around LARPing like they were the second coming of the French Resistance turned out to be nothing but the dupes and puppets of that Bond villain from Hell.
Irony is a dish best served with your last meal.
In your unheated COVID camp hut, in the dead of winter. In North Dakota.
I have no idea why I'm posting this insanely disturbing collage other than to say that it reminds me very much of the horrible hallucinations I'd have when I was a kid.
The only difference is all these figures would be moving in weird cycles and/or morphing into even more horrible things.
It was like being in Hell, all the time. No lie.
And the moral of this post is, "be more like the dog."
Tell me which breed you'd like to reincarnate as in The Den of Intrigue.
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