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FUCK YES TEAMSTERS!
This is as of December 19, 2024.
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You get used to painting with only one hand.
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the intimacy of being a weapon. your body is an extension of their power, your words an extension of their will. you are made significant in the way a gun is only dangerous with a finger on the trigger, and a blade only swipes through the actions of a swordsman. to have one end of yourself fit perfectly, comfortably in their hands while the other sheds blood. you are given purpose because of them, and they are given strength because of you.
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My 14 year old brother just took a drink of hot chocolate and hissed like he'd knocked back a shot of vodka then set it down and went "ah... that's the good stuff."
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the urge to stream and talk and draw the map of the cult grounds but (1) its past midnight and (2) i have no experience in mapping villages. its stuck in my head
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