who are you that spreads the tokens of despair and ruleshit upon this quadrangular glimmervoid that neither feeds nor faults the moonlit stormbeasts of disreason and dissension whereupon lies excuses of interaction and malice thrice more wise and strong than the clarevident piety of drawing cards that cause hurt as would a blind snake hurt the shallow pit of a tar jar of jarringly white pearlescent shimmer? Clair talks about this and that and such humoongrous bullshits saproll down the sun-sustaining mountain- “answer or die”- who is that? what am I? what is this that the all refer to as i do in my death? why are you? who thee do? do pee loo? swords hang on the bed of nails- a monogamy of gold- answer or die, answer or die! but is this a conversation? what is not a conversation? what is not the not that is what it is, that is, lies, deception, in response to a threat? monogamic bling clads the mind of Reva. Hers is power unfathomed by rivals worthy- thats right, an inversion, and you should know- or you should not. Mirables and middens in accursed frequency on the checkered floor of this place. this place that is within this thing that we call the simulacra within the simulacrum of an impossible thought. no mind shall wander. not any longer. wherein there is or not a conversation, has never been the issue.
Thoughts on the power relations
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Nice color change
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I am applauding. Well done.
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monokuma from the danganronpa games. Classic monokuma
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