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[snarp]

Can’t I just hibernate until my body is done with whatever hideous transformative process it is apparently trying to go through right now. Wake up hunched over the stinking crack in the cement floor where my now-withering taproot had burrowed deep into the earth seeking the heat and liquid stone required to catalyze the next phase of my monstrous life.

# i will have seven wings which will be useless to me # seven is too many wings # (i feel really shitty is what this post is trying to say) # (but the kind of shitty wherein i am also jittery hyperactive and ambiguously megalomaniacal)