Pinned trill

scopophobia 

tell me this isn't the sickest shit you've ever seen.

the secret service knocked on my door and demanded the sweat i had collected from lord biden's towels during my stay after the feminization rituals. i said fuck no! that i paid for it in blood and tears and my sweet sweet masculine form! they asked me what i wanted in return and i said "give me sweat vial or give me death." and they said "biden is how we make the 5G." i reluctantly acquiesced.

getting 5G emitters planted in my spine as a necessary part of registering as a democrat was the second most painful thing i've ever experienced. the first most painful thing was after they turned them on!

my two thousand dollars can barely pay for all the replacement uniforms i needed after i was put through the "rigorous testing" after taking the covid vaccine. they kept feeding me lasagna and asking mr how i felt about mondays. i was too ashamed to tell them i was the wrong test subject and said "they're alright i guess."

i got my 2k early for volunteering to be one of the front-line feminization subjects. mr biden himself put my cat ears on and said "thank you for your service." then he slapped my ass and made me watch him ride for 2 hours on his peloton. boy can that man sweat!

as i opened my eyes this morning and was freed from the depths of my own personal hell, i was sure glad i had slept through the inauguration because wow that would've been so much worse!

i feel incredibly normal. so normal you could throw a baseball at my head and i'd say "wow kiddo, try out for the little leagues!"

having severe and disturbing hallucinations last night really taught me a lot!!! i learned that tamales are still delicious even after you've dropped both of them on the floor like god's own court jester.

biden has a peloton bike. beyond the politics of it, how many images can we get of the man sweating all over himself before he's shamed into throwing it away?

clearing my throat to the tune of the FFVII victory theme. yes, i am still muted.

beatboxing with no limits while i'm mutied in a voice call

you're a soprano without the use of pitch shifting software? lol cringe. lower your voice fleshflute i'm trying to listen to the real artists.

snapping is becoming a very satisfying stim for me but i'm worried everyone will think i am a slam poet.

after i kill you i'll model a toilet after your bones so i can shit in your skull.

taken from 'The 1776 Report', released by the white house earlier today. the whole thing is like this.

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