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one day in an abandoned quarry fred finds a mysterious pair of sunglasses. when he puts them on, suddenly a whole different world appears. where there used to be billboard advertising the latest in dinosaur cream or rare steaks, now there are simple bold messages: "IT'S NOT REALLY A LIVING" "YABBA-DABBA-DON'T" "BOWL THE PAIN AWAY" "THE LOYAL ORDER OF WATER BUFFALOES SHALL BE OBEYED"
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May 21, 2022 15:12
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May 22, 2022 17:19
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the fleshstones, where the surrounding landscape is all flesh-hued and slightly soft and yeilding but with firmer bits deep inside. the mountains, the plains, the boulders, the streets, the buildings, the cars: all of it made of flesh, slightly pulsating. any job involving mining or earthmoving is extremely distressing, not just because of the red liquid that wells up when you make too deep a cut in anything, but also the haunting screams that seem to emanate from nowhere. some say this fleshy landscape is a boschian punishment for mankind's wickedness; others secretly believe it is some nameless transgression done by Fred specifically, explaining his fragile demeanor and thousand-yard stare.
Manifisto fucked around with this message at 03:35 on May 24, 2022
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