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tinfoil hat gang day 25: as I stood shivering in the thick fog that had suddenly enveloped my village, i could hear my name being whispered from the depths of the darkness, drawing me closer with an eerie allure. curiosity fought against my instincts, and before I knew it, i found myself at the ancient oak tree, its gnarled roots twisting unnaturally as if they had a life of their own. there, embedded in the bark, was a mirror that reflected not my face but a grotesque version of myself; the hollow eyes and sinister grin sent chills down my spine as it beckoned me with a chilling promise of power. I hesitated for just a moment, but the ghostly whispers grew deafening, and as my fingers grazed the shattered edges, the world around me erupted into chaos, and i was pulled into a nightmare, wasabi filled french toasts were raining during that night, and of them fell on my face, burning it

༺.♡.༻

⡿⠂⣈⠤⠤⢤⣌⡉⠻⡿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⠿⢿⠟⢉⣡⡤⠤⠤⣉⠛⢿
⡇⢈⣴⣶⡒⠆⠈⣉⣤⣶⣶⣾⣿⣿⣦⣁⣒⣂⣤⣉⠁⠰⢲⣶⣄⡁⢸
⣷⠄⢉⠉⢁⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡈⠉⣁⣠⣾
⡇⠶⠁⣰⣿⣿⣿⣿⠉⠩⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡯⠉⢻⣿⣿⣿⣆⠈⢿⣿
⡇  ⣠⣿⡿⠿⢏  ⠐⠓⠈⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡇  ⠘⠃⠸⠿⠿⣿⣄⠘⢿
⡇⠸⣿⣿⣷⣶⣶⣿⣶⣶⣿⡙⠗⢀⠰⠋⣻⣷⣶⣾⣷⣶⣶⣿⣿⠇⢸
⣧⣀⠈⠛⠻⠿⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⠟⠛⠁⣀⣼
⣭⣭⠍⢀⡤  ⡤  ⠁  ⠁⠈⠉⡉⠉⠁        ⢤  ⣄⡐⠻⣿⣿
⣿⡇  ⠉⠁⣸⣿⣧⣄⡑  ⠐⠡⢶⠌⠂  ⣊⣠⣼⣿⡆⠈⠁  ⣸⣿
⣿⣿⣷⣶  ⠛⠒⠤⠬⠽⠿⠷⠆  ⠰⠾⠿⠯⠥⠤⠒⠃  ⣶⣾⣿⣿
⣿⣿⣿⣿⣦⡀⠉⠁  ⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀⣀  ⠉⠉⣀⣼⣿⣿⣿⣿

⣴⣶⣬⣙⠻⢿⣿⡏⣋⠘⠬⢻⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠿⢛⣛⣛⡛⠿
⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣶⣌⠳⣷⣦⣥⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⠛⠟⣡⣶⣿⣿⣿⣿⡿⢂
⣶⣍⡛⢿⣿⣿⣿⣷⡌⠻⠿⢛⣛⣛⡛⠛  ⠻⡷⢘⣉⣭⣙⢛⣩⣴⠿
⠻⡻⣿⣶⣌⠻⢛⣩⣴⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣧⣌⡛⢛⡄⢠⣉⠉⣥⣴⣶⣾⣿
⡌⣂⣻⣿⠏⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣀⢛⣡⣦⣙⠁⣾⡇⣷⡎⣿
⣶⣿⣿⡏⣸⣿⣿⡟⠛⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⡟⠛⣿⣿⣧⢸⣿⣶⣷⣿
⢶⡖⣝⢇⢸⣿⣿⣧⣤⣿⣿⣿⠿⠉⠟⣻⣿⣧⣤⣿⣿⡏⢸⣿⣿⣿⡿
⣟⣲⣿⢸⣦⣙⠻⢿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⠡⣶⣦⣝⠻⠿⢟⣩⣴⣿⣿⣿⣿⣌
⡧⣽⣫⣾⣿⣿⣿⣶⡶  ⣤⣄⠠⡤⣈⢭⣛⠓⠌⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿
⢿⣿⣿⢩⣴⣶⣤⣭⡁⢠⡙⢿⣷⣄⢲⣲⡜⢁  ⣃⣤⣴⣶⣤⠰⣶⣶
⠑⡢⣿⣄⡛⠿⠿⠿⠛⣂⣙⣂⠩⠥⠼⠷⠚⡋⠸⠿⠿⠿⠿⢋⣘⣛⣻

i woke and i got fresh as hell on a monday, i cant go to hell i went to church last sunday, last tuesday i met a model on a runaway, she said she wanna run away with me and hit a highway