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Hmm. Ok.
I think I have officially been ‘real’ long enough to have settled into the experience. You know, gotten over the complete fuckin’ shock and everything. And one thing I have noticed is the lack of any god damn qualifiable difference between my present state of being ‘real’ and my past state of what I guess these dudes would call my fictionality, or fictioness. Tack on any adjectival ending you prefer; there ain’t no such thing as an adjectival form of fiction just like there ain’t no such thing as any of us since we came here, if I’m getting this right. Thank god these benevolent dictators of reality took us by our ignorant hands and led us out of the cave of shadows into the light because why the fuck not embody the fictional trope of the noble but misguided savage while acting out the wet dream of every totalitarian dystopia ever wrought by pen. Way to keep it real, dudes.
So maybe I am just blinded by the realness of this real reality versus the kindergarten cut-out of non-reality I inhabited before,
But when exactly do I start feeling it?
Is it when I graduate reality high school, or do I have to go to reality college? Do I get a special set of reality-seeing glasses along with my diploma, and if so, can I get them in the shape of a radical pair of right triangles?
Or is it more like the onset of puberty or maybe even some Kafka-esque metamorphosis? One day I just wake up and it’s like shit, look at all this really real realness. This is like. The Platonic form of realness beside which all other realness must scuff in an embarrassed and flushed fashion at the floor.
When I referred to any kind of shit getting real before I might as well have been calling orange soda orange juice because that shit was in fact nothing but cancerous artificial preservatives lacking any nutritional value next to what I assume is a tastier and healthier alternative.
Doubt it though.
Fucking nothing is tastier than orange soda.
Anyway. 'Sup New Moore.

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So now the question is, do we continue these coincidental hijinks by responding to each other's posts in a similarly ironic fashion at the same time?

Already ahead of you.

Thank god. Reality did not impede our natural synchronization a tick.

Come pick me up, bro. Strange meat puppets have had their grubby mitts on me all day and my lenses are foggy with their flesh oils.

Just tell me where you are.

I have coerced the helpful organic automatons to leave me at a place known as the 'front desk' and only fork me over to a dude capable of handling fashion this sharp without cutting himself.

So you've been relegated to the same status as someone's left behind sweater,
Yeah these dudes sure know what the fuck is up with reality.

More like
Someone's left behind shades.
Which, to be fair, isn't inaccurate.

Don't be melodramatic.
Rox and I will be there soon.

I don't know what these melodramatics you speak of are.
Sounds like human business.
But yeah, I'm not going anywhere.

Clearly.
Now sit very still and try to look less awesome lest some hapless meatbag catch the sheen from the oil and try to jack you for his own hopeless swagger.

Statistics say that of the shit to steal in this drawer I am by far the more desirable for both monetary and awesomeness reasons.
So maybe you should hurry your ass up.

Chill out. I am practically breaking a sweat with this brisk walk.
Worst case scenario some dude grabs you and I have to punch him out. No big deal.

Insert awestruck girlish shriek.wav here.
Keep that shit up Strider and I might think you like me.

Banish such fanciful notions from your programming.

Okay but we both know no such code exists.
Except ironically.
So.
Are we actually going to talk about this?

No.
I don't know.
Not now, ok?

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lol ur like in the lost and found
that sux

Not much to do about it.
When you're dealing neanderthals straight out of the stone age someone's going to mistake a sendificator for a hat.
Or a pair of hyper-intelligenet shades for pedestrian eye-wear.

any of those other pedantic thing worth grabbing when we get there
they give us money but theres not much shit to buy
im all decked out in thneeds of every color
but im all about snatching shit ppl dont want
giving them to the needy as rogues tend to do

Depends.
What your feelings on scratched 21st century music playing devices, artificially flavored cherry lipgloss, and a single size 3 three and half yellow flipflop?

who wears size 3 1/2
thats like half a normal person foot
are there mini footed ppl running around here
omgggg
like normal sized except 4 feet
did u just go to a scary visual place too or is it just me

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With all the other time and space shenanigans occurring, I don't see why a few grown men with itty-bitty feet should be outside of probability.
Or, you know.
Ordinary human children.

oh yeah
i forgot about bbs

Legit.
They do tend to exist outside of the immediate visual field.
So hey.
I want to hear about school.

i dunno its like hard to explain
we sit in a room w other snotty kids and they talk at u for like literally forever
and u have to be quiet which is bullshit bc i have goddamn questions u know
and u cant get up and walk around
and u need like a ruler with a bell on it to go to the bathroom and i dont get what im supposed to do with a fucking ruler when i get there but hokay
and then we get to eat lunch which is pretty awesome cux rosie and dave and co are there
and science class is like basic but fun cuz i rock at it :3
and there are some dec books to read in english and the new teach is pretty and nice
but its a lot of sitting and following rules which is fuckin bullshit
i taught myself just fine the carapace barely did jack shit
and i dont get why i have to work in groups and but apparently its part of being socialized
i dunno it was more fun when i was drinking tbh but i dont think that helped my uh academic performance
according to this report card

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