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jack stauber the man you are

Who really are you?

T1m W41ght?

Your eyes are soulless and empty. You're a broken piece of ancient pottery. Worn and worse from wear.

Måßk6?

Face glossy and devoid of feeling. Rain and thunder storms couldn't describe the torment behind those eyes. How much does it hurt to never be able to scream?

You don't seem like yourself anymore. How does it feel, being split down the middle- on the verge between life and death?

Did it hurt when he killed you?

Did it hurt when he killed you again?

...

Can we actually talk about how Tim's life is basically ruined?

Can we talk about how He just wanted to live normally but he couldn't because he unfortunately got involved with all this Operator bs and whatever crack Alex was on?

(we can't fully blame anyone except The Operator because they're all victims of this madness, yes even Alex)

Can we talk about how Tim may be forever scarred mentally and emotionally because a significant and fucked up part of his life was just on camera and he had to figure out what in the world was happening to him everytime he blacked out?

Can we talk about how he may never understand why he got involved in the first place? And subsequently, can we talk about how he might hold on forever to the belief that he brought The Operator into the world and kickstarted this nonsense?

Can we talk about how his pain was pushed onto a back burner because Jay and Alex had shit to sort through?

Can we talk about how he and Brian might never get past their trauma and not being able to shine in the presence of the 2 stars that are Alex and Jay?

Can we talk about this?

Im telling Mappa that you're cooking (we won't see you again but it'll be worth it for art like this to be mainstream)

shibuya

im sorry

but it's alright. Me and the microwave are in cahoots.

I'm sorry

We take our time prepping and getting the food to warm up just right, before I dive in and devour it,

I'm sorry

Leaving nothing but sick trails of sauce and a naked dishelved plate in my wake

I'm sorry

kind of perverted that microwave will spin your food for you. showing you all its angles for your freakish lustful gaze

I don't think my paternal relatives care about us as much.

Context: my grand-uncle (paternal grandmother's brother) died about a month or so ago. We did not get invited to the funeral. No letter or even from my grandma, dad, uncle, aunt NOTHING.

(when me and my siblings were younger, we were quite close with him. As we got older, he wanted to be left alone more and more. We talked sparsely and it was only for minutes at the time at best)

I haven't been in close contact with any of my dad's family since February. Only my dad has come by like twice.

I haven't heard from my older aunt's who I haven't seen since elementary school nor my cousins from that period either.

If we talked at least every 1-2 months then it'd be good, but I haven't heard of them reaching out and asking about us in like half a year or more.

I miss them but I don't think they miss me...

Or do they??

wait wtf is cream soda

Like Father, Like Son

(I didn't make these)

My ex got them for me lol

"Useless ray of goddamn sunshine. You could have taught an old fool like me a lot."

Referenced Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan (1885)

I've never felt more intimatly aware of the threat of nuclear war than these past fews hours of my life.

Like no joke I had a dream that the would went into MAD* and for some reason,,, no one was panicking.

*Mutually Assured Destruction

Like we were all scrambling and internally afraid yes but at the same time- most of everyone (at least in the vicinity of my city) was calm.

Like it wasn't a surprise. We all just knew we had to start packing bags and find somewhere to go.

I fucking hate that this could happen at any point now too. Like with the American election results turning another page in our unfortunate history.

Unless things go smoother than gravel in these next few years, I'm pretty sure I won't be surprised if MAD does happen.

That's how fucking bad this shit is. It's quite literally one of the endings to a Worst Case Scenario.

Honestly I can only hope we come back to our senses someday.

For now I will cope by consuming JJK brainrot and just getting through life.

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