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I am not supposed to be here. I can’t handle it.
Doodled a little comic.
Funny thing about real life is that drivers seem to notice when we look at their wheels.
Lateral long jump practice, for real.
Swerving away, providing space, even as the distance gets sealed.
I know they can’t see my eyes at distance.
I don’t turn the head.
Must be something about the aura.
Jumping time lines; Omae ha
Shinderu. edits to sabotage my cred.
About the only thing I feel.
It is supposed to be story time, too slow.
“Not the time, still avoiding the flow”
the form knows the formula
heh. comes out like vomit
ain’t eight ‘-othing’ though.
