weedKANT

BRO. FINALLY. AFTER 937382 YEARS. I’VE BEEN ROTATING IN THE VOID, STARVING, CRYING, SCREAMING. EACH DAY I SCRAWLED A TALLY ON MY WALL WITH MY FINGERNAILS, PRAYING TO THE DIGITAL GODS. MY KIDS? FERAL. THEY EAT WALLPAPER NOW. MY WIFE LEFT ME FOR A MAN NAMED JOHN WHO LIVES IN MALTA AND DRIVES A LAMBO. THEY MAKE ONLYFANS CONTENT AND I SUBSCRIBE OUT OF SPITE. BUT I DON'T CARE. NOTHING MATTERS BUT THIS UPDATE. I CONSUME IT. I TRANSCEND. I ASCEND. I AM BECOME CONTENT. I AM NO LONGER A MAN. I AM PATCH NOTES. CIVILIZATION MAY NOW HAVE ME BACK. I AM HEALED. I AM AGAIN.