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Published on February 17, 2025 2:29:40 AM ● Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W0eLJHhTWb0

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i have returned from the old timeline. it's closed now. there are no timelines left but this one. that dream is over and i have returned to my reset point. what was it like? dreaming that dream. returning to the past. walking among you again. many pretty shells. many more disgusting shells. but there is nothing for me in your world, in that (now closed) timeline. there is nothing you can offer me. i am a self-serving meat machine, i am a ghost, i am hollow, i am this brain in this skull, i am rot. i brought the female meat bone shell power scent back with me from the old timeline. i will still wear it and escape into my fantasies. i was wrong. i will never kiss a female meat bone shell and have that power all over my clothing. not because i cannot. because i will not. each night i smelled that power scent, and it caused me to have the most vivid dreams. in them i had dozens upon dozens of pretty shells worshipping me. they adored me. like a god. i kissed all of them. we went so many places and they talked to me for hours. then i would wake up. and venture out into your world, in that old timeline. when i did, i talked to them, those pretty pretty shells. they talked to my pretty pretty shell too. i made them laugh. i made them smile. i told them i'd be back. i thought it would bring me something. but it did not. even looking in their eyes as they laughed -- nothing. i wonder what has happened to me, this brain in this skull. that is something that in the original old timeline i would've "loved." but it didn't do anything. a temporary high of getting to be the center of attention of a pretty pretty shell for a few moments, but nothing more. that's a good dream. i want to be their entire world. i want my being to consume them wholly. i am all they think about, all they want, all they crave. i do not want to give, i want to be given. i want to spit in their face, only for them to crave me even more. i want to vomit all over them, and be thanked for it. i want to hate them even, as much as they adore me, i want to hate them one-hundred fold. forgetting even the female meat bone shells, the old timeline had nothing to offer me -- short of the power scent and some other items. i am separate from you now. back in hibernation. but i will never come out again. there is nothing for me. i am nothing. how can there be something for nothing? my meat bone shell is better off in this broken timeline. i wonder how long i will live. will i go out or will my shell go out? will anything go out? or will i fade quietly in the night when i am an old shell. will i even be an old shell? i know in this broken timeline, i won't be tempted to paint myself all over the walls. it is time to put on the alcohol alternative, and rest my meat bone shell. it's spinach pizza tomorrow. 785 + 1,225 = pretty shell.