dirty. sleepy. irate.
started playing MOTHER 1. read about it here.
stubbed my toe again. can you believe it.
I know you see me. Maybe you're just seeing me now, or maybe you ALWAYS saw me. I don't know. It doesn't matter much.
So what do you think of me? Think of us? The throbbing, pulsating, ever-shifting mass of discarded meat and viscera- groaning and slithering along the deep, slick underbelly of the web.
But, then again, that's bullshit. I've never experienced much of the dark web-- the dark web in of itself is in majority a hoax made up by paranoid wine moms and mistaken blog-runners. I just want to spread myself. I want to collect more and more flesh-- as much meat as I can add to my accursed mass.