2048. you're in line at 7-11 for $2.50 tempeh taquitos. the interminable list of lotto tickets mumbled by some clocked-out gen-A square in front of the counter is interrupted by one gunshot, then another. two men have decided to rob the store at the same time. in seconds they are blowing each other

when you start doing spin doctor work for zero money to protect your reputation in the eyes of some faceless and unidentifiable audience, you have let the concept of "personal brand" make a bitch out of you

i'm past dubcon i want manufactured con

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