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🍼☎️🚼 you won't believe what we found 📞🎶🥪
ACTUALLY UNSAFE? WHO'S PLAYING BELOW YOU? HOW COULD MOMMY LIE LIKE THIS? BOTTOMLESS?
January 28, 2026 at 4:47 AM
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much like to stitch these,
so will rmbr this 4 l8r
have been making more of these and want to 3dmodel or sew it from fabrics
plushies, jellies, and gummies
January 24, 2026 at 4:56 PM
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☎️🔼🌛📶🛰⏸️🧿
SUBJECT: A57P199 NEPTUNIUM CYBAZELKORPON

FORM: AEPOLYSOME VIRTUALIS EXECETALSCHEMA YZGYROMBINATE

EVALUATION: MORZe ENTERTAINMENTS SPONSORSHIP

STATUS: HYLOSTASIS
[CLASSIFIED INFORMATION DENIED]
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January 22, 2026 at 7:43 PM
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what, flowey's not in smash ??
2chainz isn't in smash ???
weird al isn't in smash ????
walter white isn't in smash ?????
super smash bros ultimate
January 21, 2026 at 3:57 AM
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ex caridio nodensium sanguizze
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@fangszy.bsky.social
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January 20, 2026 at 6:15 PM
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😍☎️🎶📞💕🫘💚🌱
LOOKS LIKE MALE PREGNANCY IS BACK ON THE MENU BOYS ! heckinchonkerinomemes.org
January 15, 2026 at 6:23 AM
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kc playing rayman 2: the great escape on n64 virtualis, it's her favourite game and she's crying because she realizes today how much love she has for herself and others and she doesn't want to lose you
January 7, 2026 at 1:28 PM
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🩶 GREY 🩶🕳️🌑☁️
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KC & GR head down the virtualis thorougharcadium hand in hand
January 6, 2026 at 3:21 PM
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January 4, 2026 at 2:53 AM
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January 3, 2026 at 2:52 AM
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HAPPY NEW YEARS 2039 ! ☎️📞🎶🎊💄💀📶🚬🍸
January 1, 2026 at 5:17 AM
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the end of 2038
December 31, 2025 at 6:05 PM
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THE BAD PRINCE OF JONSMAS 🛞
THE BAD PRINCE OF JONSMAS Lord Brimley was not a good citizen—He had his crooked ways. And sometimes no one spoke to him, for days and days and days. And men who came across him, When walking in the plex, Gave him a supercilious stare,Or passed with implants servod in pair— And bad Lord Brimley stood doubting there, Furious at our Neo America. Lord Brimley was not a fair Doorkeeper,and no work friends had he. He stayed in every afternoon... but no manager came to see. But, round about December, the holo-cartridges lined his shelves. Which wished him lots of Jonsmas cheer, and fortune in the coming years, A dollar never to his nearest and dearest, but only from himself best. Lord Brimley was not a sane man, who had his fantasies and fears. They'd given him no presents now, for years and years and years. But every year at Jonsmas, while execs stood about, Collecting tribute from the poor, for all the songs they would have sung, He stole away up above in towers, and filled his work forms out. Lord Brimley was not a good man, he lived his life asour; Quaking he phoned a message out while climbing up the tower. He called it in and collected it across the purple skies: "TO ALL AND AGNOMIC—NEAR AND FAR— SCREW JONSMAS IN PARTICULAR!" And signed it not "HENRY ARCHIBALD BRIMLEY JR." But very humbly, "JOHN GROVER BELMONT" "I want some kola, and I want some cigarettes; I think a box of armaments would come in handy; I don't mind pinkslime, I do like FUN! And I SHOULD have a plasmic cyllet RIFLE! You see it's a very powerful GUN! And, oh! Saint Jon, if you love anything known, Bring me a little purple cell phone for home!" Lordship H. Brimley was not a generous man— and he phoned this message out, and into his white house, descending from a pen spout. And all that night he lay there, a prey to dreams and fears. "I think that's JON a-coming now," Anxiety bedewed his brow. "He'll bring one present, anyhow— The first I've had for years!" ... plush of saint jon the reclaimante, morze vne loveseat, jontree "Forget about the kola, and forget about the cigarettes; I'm sure a box of armaments would never come in handy; I don't like pinkslime, I don't want FUN, And I HAVE a weapon of massive destruction, maybe even twelve. Swell, that alone is nuts. But, oh! Saint Jonsmas, if you love any sound, Bring me a change of heart, a new implant so profound..." Prince Henry B. was not a gracious Acting Presidential Statesman— Next morning when the blistering sun Crawled into a wintery chasm to tell a frozen world That Jonsmas had begun, and people seized their work forms, And burned them with glee, and kola, banking amenities and games appeared, And lips with sticky pinkslimes were smeared, LORD BRIMLEY said GRIMLY: "As I suspected, The end of federal tax cuts for Jonsmas has my sense been elected!" "I did want kola, they knew the whole time. And I did want cigarettes; is that such a crime? I know a box of armaments would be just wonderfully dandy; I do love pinkslimes, I did want FUN. I haven't got a weapon that will change hearts. Not one that runs. And, oh! if Saint Jonsmas had loved me at all, He would've secured me that election this fall!" Henry Brimley, New America's least popular president, stood by the window balcony, And frowned to see below, driving cars, flying postdosse, our busy sovereignty. The happy bands of workhaulers and productours. All celebrating in the burning tire yards. A while he stood there watching, and envying them all... When through the window Henry Brimley was suddenly terminated for his insecure bank routing and fracturing the corporate interests of the New American Empyreon There hurtled by his royal head, and he bounced and fell upon the bed, A plasmic cyllet shell fluttered into a tapping, a porte in his temple red! AND OH, SAINT JONSMAS, NO KING BEFORE ME STANDS THE HORN IS OUR COMMAND MY MUSIC ON YOU EVER WHOLE FOR BRINGING US TYRANNICIDE AND HIM A BIG, RED, REGAL HOLE.
December 26, 2025 at 11:49 PM
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THE NIGHT BEFORE JONSMAS 🕯️
THE NIGHT BEFORE JONSMAS ’Twas the night before Jonsmas, when all through the house Not a seabug was stirring, not even a murphlouse; The work forms were stacked by the chimney with care In hopes that Saint Jon soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their pods, While netvisions of newsmen matched in their nods; And Mamoka in her Sunglasses, my phone in my lap, Had just settled our heads for a long winter’s hypnocap, When out in the zone there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bunker to see what was the matter. Away to the wastes it sprang like a flash, Tore open the treelines and screwed up the maps. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snows Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects from undertow, When, what to my wondering eyes did appear jettied, But a tall happy man, and eight shining angelic sentinels readied , Everforward three winged gaurdians and so quick and gone, I knew in a moment it must be Saint Jon. More rapid than cethelions his couriers they came, And he chirped, and beamed, and commanded them by name: “Now, Deimos! now, Dysnomia! Now, Phobos and Venus! On, Cybele! on, Chimaeri! on, Dirae and Boreas! To the tops of the buildings! To the tops of the towers! Now fly away! Fly away! Fly away all!” As dry ash that before the wild storms fly, When they meet with an obstacle, dash to the sky; So up to the tower-top the couriers they flew, With the sack full of goodies, and Saint Jon too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the bunker-roof The skuttling and clawing of each gnarle-hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Pounding on the bunker door Saint Jon came with a bound. He was dressed in his suit, prim from his head to his foot, And his suit were it seemed all tarnished with ashes and soot; A sack of leather he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pauper just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! Grinning teeth blue to the world! His tongues were like barnacles, his nose like a coral! snowmen, candy can and a candle on a cold jonsmas night 2038 His wide sprawled mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as black ash as the snow; The stump of a cobpipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a chalky face and granted each a wish! That swooped when he chortled, like a barrelful of jellyfish. He was tall and tough, a giant towered above myself, And we all laughed when we saw him burn their wealth. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, The tiretree burned bright, his sack sprang open The work forms cindered, the tidings of Jonsmas were spoken All received many goods, some few some small, But some lucky ones got the greatest gift of all, They leave with Saint Jon and join his nightcrew! And all our spirits and wishes come true! He sprang back to his floating kontrunde, long arms with fingery hands aloft packed his leathery bags, to his team Saint Jon gave a proper whistle, and his newly anointed crew departed from their tarnished rags; The Jonsmas winds blew fast across the pines and towers, And in what seemed the short span of yet many hours, Ol Jon and all the merry crew shot skybound like a missle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Jonsmas to all, and to all a good night!”
December 26, 2025 at 11:46 PM
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HOW THE SCRONCH STOLE JONSMAS 🎄
HOW THE SCRONCH STOLE JONSMAS Every MORZe CORP EMPLOYEE Down in MORZeVille HOMEPLACE AGRICULTURAL SITE 12 SECTOR GAMMA Liked Jonsmas a lot... But the SCRONCH , Who lived just north east of Avalonde Zone Exclusionary Oversite Ancora Winslow Township, Did NOT! The SCRONCH hated Jonsmas! The whole late Jonsmas season! Now, please don't ask why. Only Corp. Sec quite knows those reasons. It could be his implants weren't screwed in just right. It could be, perhaps, some moldy snack didn't sit tight. But I think that the most likely reason of all, May have been that his credit approval rating was two sizes too small. "I MUST find some way to stop Jonsmas from arriving!" For Tomorrow, he knew, all the MORZe employees Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their forms! And then! Oh, the flames! And they'd SING! The more the SCRONCH thought, "I must stop this whole thing!" "Why, for thirteen years and three months I've put up with it now!" "I MUST stop this Jonsmas from coming! But HOW?" Then he got an idea! An awful idea! THE SCRONCH GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA! "I know just what to do!" And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Scronchy trick!" "With this hyper sphere negative device And this bomb, I can kill that old timer Saint Jon!" "All I need is a Sentinel..." The SCRONCH looked around. But, since Sentinel are scarce, there was none to be found. Did that stop the crazy SCRONCH? No! The SCRONCH scronchily had said, "If I can't find a Sentinel, I'll make one instead!" So he illegally tonemodulated networking property of the MORZe CORPORATION, and craftily with a skaftstruct produced wings and a head, Then while arcaemetronically he retook classified hyperspacial nodes from insecured redzoned threads, Three thousand feet up high! Up the side of Mt. Slide, He counted his ammunition, while he got into his ride! "The end of Everforward for you!" he was Scronchishly humming. "They're finding out now that no Jonsmas is worth its coming!" ... THE SCRONCH, in their snowsuit, hat blue fur, claws and hooves and nine foot stature and piercing yellow gaze "They're just waking up! I know just what we're going through!" "They'll riot in the streets, they'll shout, they'll fight, having known what I now know I see what they'd do!" So he paused. And the SCRONCH put his hand to his ear. And he did hear a sound rising over the snow. It started in low. Then it started to grow. But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded ominously merry! It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY! He stared down at MORZeVille HOMEPLACE! The SCRONCH's implants nearly popped from his eyes! Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise! Every employee down in MORZeVille HOMEPLACE AGRICULTURAL SITE 12, the tall and the small, Was singing! Without any forms burned at all! He HADN'T stopped Jonsmas from coming! IT CAME! Somehow or other, everforward or now, it came just the same! And the SCRONCH, with his scronchy-hooves ice-cold in the ashen covered snow, Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?" "It arrived with out Jon! It came without tax forms!" "It came without packages, boxes or intelligence firms!" And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler organ was sore. Then the SCRONCH thought of something he hadn't before! "Maybe Jonsmas," he thought, "doesn't come from a tower." "Maybe Jonsmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!" And what happened then? Well...in MORZe CORP. LOREtm they say, That the Grinch's small productivity arbitrage appendix portfolio credited approval rating had Grew three sizes in equity that day! And the minute his wallet didn't feel quite so right, He whizzed with his sweet ride through the bright morning light, And under duress from Security Warden G Zetzalach 8N4 and Oversite Marshall N Sallowtober 2A5 he brought back the hyperspherically unregistered securely zoned threads All back to the company! And the food for the feast! And he, HE HIMSELF! The SCRONCH carved the great roast beast!
December 26, 2025 at 11:32 PM
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snnanta ☎️
December 25, 2025 at 7:01 AM
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KC-7M3 wears a cute hat and headphones lost inside somewhere within a metroplexus digital storage vault
December 23, 2025 at 5:02 AM
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UPLINK KC-7W3 METROPLEX
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KC-7W3 IS UPLOADED FOR EMERGENCE INAUGMENTARY PROTOCOL CHRONOS MULTIPLACEMENT INSIDE OF MORZe VIRTUALIS METROCYBERNET DATAVAULT FOR SECURITY OVERSITE DURING PHASE DISCOHERENCY "ANOPSIC PROVIDENT" MZKE. FD.3940.2227-B
December 19, 2025 at 5:18 PM
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SOMEONE'S PLAYING A DEADLY GAME
SCHMIDLEY'S GAME

tonight on emdamame and mamokzalku show
December 15, 2025 at 1:16 AM
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;0 uhhhh ummmmm so uhhh yeah liek anyways here's my adc oc uhhh her name is shmibla... she loves salami sandwhiches w mustard ~~☆
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uhh thats fuckkn uhh shmibla?
December 13, 2025 at 6:33 PM
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it's been a wild year of ups and downs, lingering changes and new beginnings and strong love, and great distances
thanks for streaming ! thanks for watching !
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December 8, 2025 at 12:59 AM
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pony
pony overlooks astral pool at the glade of dreams
December 5, 2025 at 6:48 PM
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made this for a friend idk what the problem with the metric system is it makes numbers have more zeroes it sounds pretty good guys send shitpost
if the metric system has its biggest fan its me - lover of the metric system
December 5, 2025 at 6:22 PM
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Dreams that we once had, did we have them anyway?
Seems that we once had. Now we'll have them all the time.
Didn't we have a good time? I know we had a real time now.
Who could say we're not just as we were?
I know I know, I know, I know I know,
I don't want to describe something that I'm not.
last night at the jetty
December 2, 2025 at 8:07 AM
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the rat king buff is noted as a highly valuable object to obtain within the league
A pink telephone wearing sunglasses accompanied by finfin my best friend, a morzekorp security corps firearm, a morzekola, a pepperoni and purple pepperoni, y deliciosa 'taquitos la korpas. On the broadcast is a morzekorp network sports entertainment show hosted by the wonderful bean emdamame, on the channel is a televisual of sports betting information and statistics about several fighters tonight explained by an MZKe09020 Televisual Droid 'TVBOT' while the bean and a cherumobyl sit in a cat nest, speculating on the fight between Danny Phantom and Johnny Test
November 24, 2025 at 7:25 PM