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Upon review of the suspect's social media accounts, investigators found thousands of comments containing an esoteric, disembodied head of a cartoon animal, suspected to be a mouse of some sort, with a cryptic message above it
:#marseyitsbimothy2:
{[para]}
do not fuckikng add "laughing out Ioud"
to the end of a comment like that. watch
your mouth. be thoughtful how you sling
around what you think is meaningless
internet slang that insn't meaninglesr to
other people. Intention doesn't matter
how your message is received matter.
You just laughed at spreading naziism.
{[para]}
do not fuckikng add "laughing out Ioud" to the end of a comment like that. watch your mouth. be thoughtful how you sling around what you think is meaningless internet slang that insn't meaninglesr to other people. Intention doesn't matter, how your message is received matter.
You just laughed at spreading naziism.
{[para]}
You will never be an Egyptian.
You have no tomb, you have no pyramid, you have no priests. You are a mortal man twisted by bandages and embalming fluid into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is jackal-faced and heavy-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your ancestors are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “viziers” laugh at your dehydrated appearance behind boobytrapped doors.
Anthropologists are utterly bored by you. Thousands of years of dessication have allowed them to analyze frauds with incredible efficiency. Even pharaohs who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a scientist. Your bone structure is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk deity home with you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected brain cavity.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a solar barge, grab an oar, grip it tightly, and plunge it into the cold Nile. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a mortal is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably mortal.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.