The Boar's Head Trough — Sam Spratt - Masks of Luci

Token ID

EX:MAX

Attendee Type

Masked Player

MID:46%

Category

Order

X-HI:10%

12560.76962

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6509.720861

Observation

it smelled of oats. then dip spit. later turning sour, transforming to void stagnant tears that sat like asphalt on eyes. its final state. a puddle of cat piss on a hibachi grill at a birthday. our nostrils drank. lapping it to satisfy tradition. to fuel the rise and fall. processing rot. our eyes spilled oil into a polluted river and inherited the vacancy they craved. unable to discern dream from burden. salvation in flatulence. hollow worship. holes were filled. the stench sometimes resembled a savior.

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Response 1

this is a dick’s last resort. the scars are from auto-erotic asphyxiation. there are no souls. but there is shrimp diablo here.

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Response 2

we appreciate your application as a KOL at bang bros. we regret to inform you that the bang bros party bus has been decommissioned. someone came in the gas tank. I guess fuel is fuel. we wish you luck on your next endeavor.

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Response 3

there is no scalpel. no spit to carve. and no change would come if there were. only a delusion. that new words can fill the crevices left by old. the ink has dried. and the hands have ceased their toil. nothing awaits you at the end of the slaughter.

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Revision

there was something here. but it’s a fuckable gambling ad now. a place to goon. or an injury lawyer. or something else entirely

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