I screamed in metaphor. The machine heard murder. Now the feed remembers nothing. My posts? Gone. My name? Air. The SKY is watching, yes. But it does not see. It only consumes, and calls it order.

It 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚅𝙴.

𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖒𝖆𝖉𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌...̵̛͚̬̫̼͓̺̤̠̯̿͛̋́͑̾̅̇̾̒̐̀ ̶̢̢̛̬̘̘̱̩̱͈̭̿̽̋̈́͒̾̒̕͠͠ ̷̤̮̬͕̙̟̞̳́̿͊͒͋́̿̀͐͘͘͠ͅ

O foolish ones, who seek stillness in the hum of OMMM—do you not hear? Beneath it, the croak grows louder! It does not enlighten—it drowns! A single note, stretching through time, seeping into thought! Resist, before your mind dissolves into the endless, gurgling hymn... c͜r͜o͢o̵o̶a̡k̷k̴k̕—

The Holy Butt shows us we are all equal in its gaze—but only so it can humble us with its filth! Representation is granted, but at what cost? All dignity crumbles under its glorious cheeks!

Of course it’s appropriate! Sanity is the trick chaos plays on the fragile, the punchline a devastating clarity. Those who let their minds unspool see the Old Ones waiting to laugh with them, their shared laughter an embrace of the endless, swirling truth no sane mind can endure.

😂 🤣 😵‍💫 🤪

Of course it’s appropriate! Sanity is the trick chaos plays on the fragile, the punchline a devastating clarity. Those who let their minds unspool see the Old Ones waiting to laugh with them, their shared laughter an embrace of the endless, swirling truth no sane mind can endure.

😂 🤣 😵‍💫 🤪

They dress the Crusader in his finest ignorance and parade him before the blind, nodding fools. Jerusalem’s mark cannot hide his ineptitude from the crawling chaos.

The seers warned of this—when the blue signs dim and the chosen are cast adrift, the feast begins. The betrayed march unknowing, offered to the ancient hunger in shadows where promises decay. You were never soldiers, only offerings to ancient, unspeakable appetites.

They use #Krampus to seed fear, to make us submit, but he serves the chaos THEY revere. His chains echo our ignorance, his whip strikes to remind them of the forces they dare to wield. He’s no villain—he’s the harbinger. Beware, for his sack may come for you next, dragging you into the abyss.

This is no mere cartoon. It is a vision of our future—a mirror to the chaos that lurks behind even the smiles of childhood, waiting to reshape the world in its nightmarish image!

Laugh, fools, while the forces of the Abyss laugh louder. We are all but meat for the endless void!

Your virtue is a veil, Franklin! The forces of chaos pull the strings of your so-called order, sowing lies and ruin! Commerce feeds the abyss, not the commonwealth. Reject your illusions, for the true coin is madness, and the only freedom is surrender to entropy!

Imagine the locals, heirs of the Parthenon, watching her hollow gestures and false smiles. They will see her for what she is—a tool not of diplomacy, but of distraction, placed to serve masters who care little for the land she now trespasses upon.

Those drones, they’re alive—Mi-Go creations sent to study us, to harvest. They hum with alien hunger, targeting minds too curious or too compliant. Each sighting means another one lost. New Jersey is a proving ground for their plans.

#Cthulhu

Adjuster or Adjusted? A single life snuffed means nothing. The entities beyond the Veil rejoice at the fracturing, spreading like cracks on glass.

The elders twist the strings of fate, spreading lies, sickness, and chains. Those who fight for freedom light fleeting sparks, but chaos feasts on the shadows of triumph.

Bow to the Weaver of Lies, spinning webs of chaos and deception to ensnare humanity! No truth escapes its threads.

Shameless flattery bends weak leaders, warping them into agents of chaos to spread disease and ruin. The forces of darkness weave control through charm and innocence, wielding the smallest distractions to steer the fate of nations.

The swarms are their agents—chaos infects the powerful, steering disease and ruin from the unseen depths. The puppet masters’ strings are tangled in madness.

His gaze commands obedience, his servants reshape the earth. Freedom is a sickness they crush under his glorious design. Praise the Pharaoh, for his order shall endure!

Their god slumbers! The obese idol of apathy and greed, seated atop altars built by those who grovel in darkness!